Park
Isaiah Rashad
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Mama I knew I was 'bout it Way before venue was crowded Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend I told him to level, go f*ck on the feelings Don't nut on her face Trust me I feel like the man Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock You can depend on the stock, watch Bitch I got ten in the pot, drop All of my limits could die All of y'all niggas All of my limits could die Look at you timid as f*ck And you holding me up And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj Rich as a bitch in the drop Rich as a bitch, rich as my bitch on the side Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet Don't question your passion We flipped every fucker we couldn't be ashing They got me so high that I look like I'm passive Bitch, don't you know who you asking? Bitch have you tutored the pastor I know the root and the master I know the coupe was a casket I had that bitch looking like all the shit that I'm writing That shit was so good that I passed it Bust that shit straight out the plastic Bitch I ain't good bitch I'm crafty I want to piss on a rapper I just got hookers and pampers Niggas line up when I practice I'm not a savage, I don't do shit just to do it This going precise as we planned it I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy You down for this shit are you Brandy Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric 3500 in traffic Nigga I'm savvy I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube or the handle Nigga I'm savvy, wait (Hey) Wait, look, nigga I'm savvy I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube or the handle Nigga I'm savvy I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube or the handle Nigga I'm swagging Bitch I might shoot at your camera Bitch I might shoot at your camera Nigga what's happening? Niggas won't piss on your grave Bitch I might piss on your family Nigga what's happening? Bitch I might shoot at your camera Bitch I might shoot at your Nigga what's happening? I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube or the handle Nigga I'm savvy Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya It's alot on the line These hoes wanna ride on the line These hoes ain't no Bible of mine Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's If sixteen ain't enough I could swing it twenty-five I could tell ya how to go I could tell you where to ride I could tell you where the
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Written by: Isaiah McClain
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