Lyrics:
was down, now I'm all about the mula
(?) bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
Hit a (?) got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
Can't
Uh (30, you a fool for this one)
Tell your baby daddy I'm richer
Bitch, I don't wanna sip liquor, stop tryna pressure my niggas
Just left
I can't help it that I'm custom made
I can't help it that I look good
Smell good
Whoo!
Can dance all night long
Ms. America
If I want to wear
I just took a flick with your girlfriend
I be kicking shit with your girlfriend
I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend
I think that I'm done
I'm in the trenches, I'm gettin' this money, I need me a hood bitch
I don't be flexin', I really be poppin', they know that I'm hood rich
Hundred
I'm so cold, I'm so grown, I'm so real life
I'm so show-off my diamonds designed to twinkle and bleed light
As the valley fills with darkness,
Hmm
Yeah, huh, dress it up, huh, dress it down, yeah
Took flight, came up off the ground, huh
I'm out this Earth, baby, it ain't round
Round,
nothing but head
They all fantasize being with Kim
Every night, I'm laying right next to him
Fuck my ex, you make me wetter
Fabulous, you make me better
Dark windows on the Aston
Who else pull a big daddy up on Mother Gaston
I'm like collar on, it's hard to get role lasting
She said "I don't know, it
I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real
Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel
New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow
Work up off
like cold soda
Uh, oh, yeah yeah
You'll probably never know the real story
You said your homeboy raps, can he afford me?
'Cause I'm not doin'
they're locking him into the cage.
Greetings, I'm Willaby Rags. Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man! Ahahaha!
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over
chance to see death
Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill
Gettin' head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film
I got to bust a couple heads with my
the corner
I'm sitting watchin' all of the flowers
Birds are singin' getting louder and louder
And here I am missin' you
Here I go I'm lovin' you
Run run
I'm sorry!
Fuck I look like hating on a R'n'B nigga
I am R'n'B nigga
Let you niggas get hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Let you niggas get
Tell the ozone I'm sorry!
Fuck I look like hating on a R'n'B nigga
I am R'n'B nigga
Let you niggas get hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
I'm gonna love you more than anyone
I'm gonna love you more than anyone
This is who I am
I'm gonna love you more than anyone
I'm gonna love you
under the strobe lights
I'm loving the nightlife
And getting jiggy keeping the vibe right
Setting my mind a light
Getting the party hype
Pretty
pain
I'm selfish and I'm cold
I promise you I said
Never again, never again
No, never
I began with an ending
We were fighting for the world
My desire
shot, I'm a take another shot
Get a check when I party, so the money don't stop
Girl, you want me, just watch, you gonna love it on top
(Tap, tap!) Man I
I walk in this b****, like a motherf***in' villain (villain, villain, villain)
Uh, I'm just tryna bring cool back
Can't too many motherf***ers pull
Baby, baby, baby, baby
You got that
That it's too good I don't deserve it kinda love
That girl I'm calling in sick to work kinda love
That
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I'm yo' hustler
( Dig it )
I'm yo' daddy
( Alright )
I'm that clean ? at a school caddy
( Yes )
I'm yo supplyer, (Uh Huh)
I'm yo' buyer (
I'm coming down to see ya
I'm looking for fast and cheap
I'm looking for the city streets
I'm gonna get experience
I've been to see the candy
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