Morocco
Kota the Friend, Tobi Lou
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Rented out a bnb out somewhere in Morocco Hidin' from the world I be feelin' like El Chapo Heard you got a main girl chillin' in Chicago I be like "no comment" and I hit 'em with the uzi Independent, yeah I get it standin' on my two feet Jackin' that you know me but the truth is that you knew me Takin' hour showers I be feelin' like I'm boujee Now I take my shawty out to dinner in the A Look at struggle in her the face, keep my money in the bank And watch you pull in the Wraith Momma told me, "Don't be stupid" I can tell her fate, she just wants you for the clout Told her, "I'ma need my space" she gon' make you look goofy Ah, with my slippers when I drive, I be cozy on the road I do business in the sky, never had to sell my soul I don't ever gotta lie If you didn't see it then, do not hit my line hoe Money stacked on a hook, reel it Goin' blind seven books, deal it Vans on my mattress, chillin' Henney on the last drip, kill it Shock clock, runnin' I pull up like, oh Curry at the half-court, clutch like, whoa I be, I be on the block tryna live my life Can't nobody come up off of me I'm broke I'm on the land with it, land with it Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business Catch a break and hit the fam with it, fam with it Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Yes) I ain't never been to Morocco But I'll probably go after this shit drop though Young Tobi Flaco, harder than a pot hole If you hear me on it, it's a motherfuckin' bop, hoe Got a Spanish bitch and she love to make me tacos Smokin' cannabis in the mornin' like Alanzo Deep in her throat, like I'm takin' out her tonsils Modern life like Rocko (Rocko), Rocko (Rocko), yeah That was kinda corny but your baby mama love it So she probably gonna say it at my show, she know every word Like she wrote it, that's a fuckin' poet I just met my quota I'm out here with Kota Money stacked on a hook, reel it (yeah stack it) Goin' blind seven books, deal it Vans on my mattress, chillin' Henney on the last drip, kill it Shock clock, runnin' I pull up like, oh Curry at the half-court, clutch like, whoa I be, I be on the block tryna live my life Can't nobody come up off of me I'm broke I'm on the land with it, land with it Hit a lick and mind my damn business, damn business Catch a break and hit the fam with it, fam with it Life is callin' are you answerin'? (Are you answerin')
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