Lyrics:
Uh-oh, damn, uh-oh
1985 white Lamborghini Countach, two of 'em
I need a slow motion video right now
'Cause I'm movin' in slow motion, slow
I done been so closed off
I done been so wound up tight
Girl it's done been so long
Since I done had some love at night
You make me feel alive
You
get another create Guinness
And me say turn it up louder, bust the speaker
Instagram live, make so much gal reach ya
And the party hot, some like when
I got the cheat code nigga
So good at the video game man they think it’s a cheat code
Let’s get it
YSV
Z Shit, G Shit
LOOK
Don’t like too much people
fire that I had up in my heart it got to burnin'
I tried to turn my life around, that shit is never turning
I tell 'em it wasn't my lady
Too connected,
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by
Walking the highway, rain or shine
Mom would tell us, "Be back by nine"
Dreaming of video, all the way there
Twenty games of Kong, we don't care
Open
do it so the thing fi tun up now
Like dem don't give a now
Possessed by the spirit inna dem cup now
The rhythm done so mi a cut now
I just pop up on your girl
(oh hi, that's me)
I'm in a striped shirt
So I'm matching with the sweets
My Sentra hits a skrrt when I shift it into D
Got
and old
And if it ever got too hard for me I'd just use codes
To strap up Just a bit
I don't need a shit load
Cause Imma murder all of y'all when I turn
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (damn, good job)
Good job, sock it to me (shit, shit, shit, shit)
man (uh)
Turn it up a little bit (damn)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
that once upon a time you used to trust
I miss scraping up the dust, I got trust issues
Before all this fake love and fame, it was drug misuse
You
crooks better guard they soup
'Fore I Bel-Biv-Devoe Bezos with the poison
Pull up in an Amazon box, like it's Troy son'
Fuck all the promo, talk is a bit
and dough and dough
From this state to that state
From this cell to that cell, as the world turns)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon'
rich then fuck up chilling with them
Become dependent of niggas you'll end up killing your friend
Become dependent of women you'll place your feelings in
a maniac
My habitat had me feeling trapped but I can't react
I'm a diplomat I'm a peacemaker, check the facts
Turn 'em to a cheese grader, think his name was
Ima get this shit ugh turn the lights on
It's dark as a motherfucker in here man
Ugh yea turn the lights on
Exit 9 representers you heard me
Turn
us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His
us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His
If I did unload this stress on a mic controller
It'll be stress for the five guys who you did phone up
Man get served like cola
Bout you wanna act
and nickelin'?
Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find
The pettiest crime, they committin' it
Just to get by for a limited time
The steepest of mountains, they
be the same
A video game stuck on replay and I
Can't stop the rain
Feeling like I lost my mind
I see the days just passing by
How can turn back time
I
credit
And these video hoes on BET getting naked for
These video dancers (that) never did a jail sentence
And it's all so Jake and it's all so pathetic
prison, as the world turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(My niggaz grow and grow and grow)
It's gon' be goin' round
(And gettin' dough
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