Lyrics:
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'
On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's
dumb
like, what's up with you, like, yeah trippin
Yeah lil shorty young and turnt, early 20's outside
Ain't tryna cuff nothin', baby girl, that's a vibe
the reUP i done made myself a flip or two
But now i'm making moves i got a bunch of shit to do
100s and 50s and 20s and 10s and 5s and 1s
I'm stackin it UP
reminisce
Wishing that our lives would finally begin
But now we're in 20's and wonder what's happening
I miss when we were kids
Making memories that we'll
I'm about making 20's
Andrew Jacksons get turned to Benji's
If I feel like that boy offend me
Then imma pop out with a different semi
Everyday nigga
street where I played that
19 niggas on the corner with
20s and they strapped
Playin with my money like
Playin with my emotions
Floatin off that water like
the ratchet girls wanna have fun
Cause your 20's only come by once
Listen up you ain't the one (Hell Nah)
I tried that good girl thing
But the ratchet girls
ha ha ha
they wanna know if i got birds huh
bitch i got 20's i got 22's i got 24's i got 23's
i got--i even got 19's but dont tell nobody know wht im
wanna knoe if i got birds
Bitch i got 20s i got 22s i got 24s i got 23s
I even got 19s but don't tell nobody
Man im tha boy man yall
Niggas can't fuck
Pomised myself that I'd be selfish this time around
Wasted majority of my 20's being hella down
Clouted up these lame ass hoes and regret it now
Not
bound to break
And I wish oh I wish
That someone had told me this
No one prepared me
For life in my 20's
How much things would change
Watching my parents
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint
em on payroll
20s 50s 100s put em on pesos
Snort it up nasal smoking that basil
If you want the hook up plug cable
Rug table push it like Bezos
Money
em on payroll
20s 50s 100s put em on pesos
Snort it up nasal smoking that basil
If you want the hook up plug cable
Rug table push it like Bezos
Money
iron , which kind life be this one
Koma di igba ti ba pe thirty
Chey na by then I go do better thing ?
At a time no time no time
Gat to work hard for
wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches
Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga
I guess that's the thug in me
I lie to these bitches 7 days a week
I put
All of my money monopoly (Yeah)
All of my money monopoly (Money)
All of my money monopoly (Gang)
All of my money monopoly (Stacks)
All of my 20s
the fuck did I make it past 22?"
Well everybody's telling me Enjoy your 20s
They're the best years of your life
Well my best years are taking a toll on me so
[Hook]
They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches
Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches
Switching lane to lane,
killed him
I'm a old man
In my early 20's
How I'm feeling
How you know me
I ain't meet you yet
The things I gotta deal with
On the highway
Running out
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
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