Lyrics:
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Young innocents faster by the generation
Call it Nascar
Thinking you way up
You ain't that far
I call it like I see
Treat them like the hoe they
killin' kids, you ain’t care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by
tryna get this money by Sunday
Prayin that I leave the hood one day
Saying imma make it big someday
Like DaBaby this a bop
Like Pharrell imma drop it
a lie, ask Elisha, ask Elisha
Tomorrow's what we're on about
Tomorrow's what we're on about
Not yesterday
It's up to man to understand
To have
liars it's them ones I hate
Have no time for the fakeness nah that I won't take
All these hoes trying to get on my mind
No thanks bitch
Ima stay on my
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Thomas, Craiger, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
I think this my favorite song
I think this
Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you
He got robbed and it seems he has a huge
He's frustrated and that it all he has is you
So, things propel
too
[Chorus]
I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude
Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you
He got robbed and it
hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin'
[Chorus - Pharrell]
It's me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them things gon' bust
Ashes
to the left, Pharrell, G-Eazy
We got Timbaland on the board, Future on the mic
I see all these crazy people, man it was a crazy night
I see Bentleys by Lambs,
belong to yo bitch Riding round like I stole it
There’s no need to compare when You lit as me
All my close friends are my enemies
I have no shame in
jive. But ladies and gentleman,
I wouldn't have you to do none of that for me.
I just want you to sit back and relax and cool it an'
Take it easy,
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
inside to hide the smell
Cookie got it by the bale got us ceiling dancing, Lionel
Pockets lookin' like Adele my money like to sing, Pharrell
Blue faces
to taki, ej znasz ich, to pewne
Bo na co dzień bierzesz od nich stopy i werble
A ja teraz zrobię projekt z Pharrell'em Williams'em
Nazwiesz to jak chcesz,
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
you've dealt with
All of that, you are talking about it in this song
And in the midst of you sharing that, I know God is healing you by you releasing it
So
gotta give it up
'Cause all your love can make the hardest thug cry like a dove
Pull my mink over your shoulders when we leave out the club
Ain't
That girl wanna give it up, right there
That girl wanna give it up, right there
That girl wanna give it up to Pharrell
That girl wanna give it up
senseless
You feeling so restless
The power I have to make you go press it
Give what you got
Give all you got
Give it your all until you just drop
Give it
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
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