Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
Cleveland wanted smaller government involved
Tariffs made Benjamin Harrison's voters flee
So Grover Cleveland had a sequel, 1893
The presidents of the USA
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
asshole to girls (man)
And I just really wasn't the brand of guy that would get the girls
I had no facial hair, just curls
And all my friends had kissed
24karat, yeah cause mama sing
Or wait s**t h*e I think I rap
B****es always pressed
Lexi all about them stacks
Lemme tell you wassup'
It's the miss I'm
Fresh]
I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes
And ya know about his ladies
And all his babies
[Baby]
I know what they like
Them brand new bikes
to defeat me
But he couldn't Cause he couldn't beat me
Wait, Hold, All this Fuckery is Beyond me
Cause I know that if any of you Niggas sleep on me
Ima Kick
that stick
One thing bout her she'll take that money
Put a hundred on a hundred on a hundred
Treal ass nigga n he know how i'm coming
If we blow it all
get it right back, like I recreate it
These n****'s mad, 'cause b***h I'm up, & I guess they hate it
That n***a mad, 'cause he checked her playlist,
Haa Victory lap remix
You know we had to get the legends for this one right
AKA Ivy League all day
Let’s go
T from the V papa
And ah Ivy League papa
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
stick to the green
Money talk I want exposure
If you fail right now you can cry on my shoulders
My third got open by the time I got older
I can teach you
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
n****
Aye, aye, yeah, I'm in that mode
Yeah, sound right, yeah, yeah,
I'm in that mode b***h
SHA world, SHA world
Heartbreak Universal all that s**t
Step
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
Work that cat to the right
Push it down
Push it up
Boom you dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream
Nigga you know
To make me bow bow bow bow
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Huh
I can't talk too much cause niggas all in my info
Blowing exotic right out the window
I blow a whole cartridge just like
executive, who
Already works on LVMH’s digital strategy
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"You
to shove it down her lungs
Seen you out by the party chilling with friends
All your friends chasing me cause I'm after Benjamin's
New whip new bitch who dis
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