Lyrics:
They What ya got ?
Tell em
Shit i gotta whole lot
it, Don't get that confused
These bitches keep hating but still check the news
We trending on twitter, I bet it's bad news
Or best believe that's shits
Flex, Stunt I'm the Guy (Flex)
Cuz The way I hit the corner, have em thinking drive by
See I dress to impress (Press), I KG Logo my chest (Chest)
Got my
By the way he love baloney
Chop scar your face, and I ain't talkin' Tony
Treat him like a child or young boy and leave him lonely
I keep it on me, it
Come on
Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor
Put away your purse
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst
on these niggas, lately, bitches tell em bow down
Makeup lookin' crazy, yeah, bitch, feel like a clown now
I'ma hit a lick, hit my brodie with the plan
Run
the hell you tell em what you get it for
Is you stupid add tax run through it
Right amount I commute it
If I lose it ain't trippin get it back cuz I'm rooted
been drivin, livin, speed tell a girl I wanna fuck put it on me
She said she got a fatty so I said lemme see
There was drama so i said lemme hear the tea
symbolic, I'm steady fallin' and fallin
I feel like, master of the arts and shit
Tell me she got ass, she keep archin' it
Bad boy on that timing, breakin'
gone try to count me it’s all lies
But I always prove em wrong every time
5 star everything
Lifestyle amazing
Feeling like the world is mine for
Smoke a blunt
I love to smoke a blunt man
Hey man you know, my white homies ask me
Do you like uh, bongs or blunts?
I tell 'em blunts, cause I get
confused
Anybody would tell you it's a lose lose
Nigga do you
Lately I've been feeling a certain way
Peace signs in every picture that I take
I represent
Tell me, it takes a one to wall you tips made him go
And yes, it hurts so dig a deep hole to bury death twats
I couldn't live with no one else your
time you that you could be my sneaky lady
Put your hands behind her back
Cuff em up, she a freak
She wanna tear up the sheets
I mean by any means
I've
Having big money convos i need that pronto
On smoke a little hitta's killers like Rondo
Gripping on a long nose
Minute since I hit em with a combo
Do it
worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in
like you late
cnd
cll my friends are dead I can't trust em they fake
I over came all of my obstacles
They tellin me boy it ain't no stoppin you
I
we making every song
We tryna prove em right cause they prove us wrong
I've been grinding every night I'm tryna get it on
Na!
I'm tryna get it out
changing faces, switching like a dream at night
(Switch 'em like a Gemini)
You can’t even tell the truth to save your fuckin' life
Would’ve gave my life
said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
And when the bitch she clean
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
took it today
Said the suit without a turn of his head
But as I drove by, your neon sign told me y'all
Would have what I need
Looks like another man
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