Lyrics:
all the same here
We shoot off and bang here
Red dot your nose like you
Was Rudolph the Reindeer
I'm fast when I race cars
I smash and I scrape cars
rims, New York niggas got shit locked again
When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen
Don't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again
I got
gonna call it what it wasn't
We gon' roll up wit' the Glocks and shoot a bitch
We gon' kiss Big Mac right on his lips
If it's horse fame that we takin',
fortnite
Spotswood most hated I know that's right
I'm not going no fucking where
Talk shit then be mad
When you're dragged by your hair
Y'all thirsty for
supplied you in weeks
Fuck yo plug come shop with me
Got for the cheap and we got for the high
You tryna get high or you tryna get by
You need it I got it
the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
You gave me two papoose
Both of them were made
When we was on the loose
Place
house
Niggas mad that I went and got my visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rock it, damn right we cop it
Fly cars we
house
Niggas mad that I went and got my visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rock it, damn right we cop it
Fly cars we
house
Niggas mad that I went and got my visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rock it, damn right we cop it
Fly cars we
house
Niggas mad that I went and got my visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rock it, damn right we cop it
Fly cars we
what about in real life?
We always snapping like when will you realize?
Three peat, yuh this what it feel like
Yuh
That is not rick, you got dirty
got Dior's latest
And you know I gotta stick to my roots, I still rock Jordans, baby (yeah)
It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm
Got
the bag at
Can’t trip bout a hoe when already had dat
Told ya bout shawty lil bit gotta skat pack
Drop in the sets tryna
Hit it from the back back
We
Tearin' down the 5, push-to-start, fuck a roll-up
Gateway bois, yeah, you know it's live when we pull up
Straight from Russia with the K, she's
when I'm selling out
Not in decay, but I'm rocking out
I gotta jam alive with my soul, jam a style
That Metro style, that rock and roll, yeah
I gotta go
Christmas
To ask for a wishlist
We can keep the record spinning, baby rock with it
Baby just rock with it
Somebody called the chauffer, I ain't even talk with
stay clear
Watch us when we're appear
Disappear, then reappear
Armani on my back
Couple chicks on my arm
Takin' pics at the night clubs
Smokin'
soul
Roll with me while your soft lips kiss me
Dance with me
Leave me alone
Leave me when you can't give me more
I wanna rock your soul
I wanna rock your
When my song come on you gotta turn me up,
If you looking for a killer bae it's one of us,
Murder beats and pussy no no we don't tote no guns,
But I
All drugged up and no place to go
Feel most alive when we're a little bit cold
You can be the one to push me over
Prop me up loaded in the corner
a Friday night
Me and my geez want to ball we wan party
Say make them shine the light
Olowo lon sore olowo o jere
I never roll with the wack guys
I only
You're tuned in
Wo oh ly lo ooh ye ye e
Prodigi Digi FM
Jimma sun Jimma sun le le
Its a Friday night
Me and my geez want to ball we wan party
Say
the story 'bout the blue man's road
Well he taught me everything I know
We all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this thing rock and roll
Love of my life
Ooh, you know you rock my world and
Love of my life you b-boy and I b-girl and
Love of my life
We don't stop until the break of dawn, ooh
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