Lyrics:
That's just what she tell me but she always wanna argue
Quick to tell a bitch to shut the fuck up
That ain't smart boo
I grab her by her neck
I kinda like
I'ma end up on the naughty list
Santa's gonna take back all my gifts
With kisses sweeter than the cookies
That we left out by the chimney
Tell me
as me
I'm blowing trees
& the view the sea
Hoped in the streets
Looking up to Z
He walked away
So tell me where we meet
When the hood cry
That mean
got a lot of
Broke in half hearts that the world tore apart
Now they all look at me to go and save em’ let’s start
With the fact that my raps came back
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
Wipe me down Im blessed like I sneezed
Ya bitch with me tell the waiter check please
I'm clean no stain no grease
New whip no miles no lease
Go
I be latching on to nobody, I just do it myself (All by myself)
When my shawty want to know about me
She be asking someone else
She a little tweaking
coz I believe in God I stay in true condition
I been on a mission blowing kisses to my babes
Tell my misses never miss it coz the mission isn't changed
you don't know what you're doing
[14] - Yeundo pal el valle in a nice Expedition
Got me creepin for mi ruka and my boys blowing swishas
Mcallen
Ain't he somethin' else, that boy got somethin' else
Killing everything if he ain't doing nothing else
He move in stealth, couldn't tell you what he
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that
macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect
the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by
people's children
I could sell these niggas blanks
How they tell me they don't feel 'em?
Feel me? You supposed to
You must think you fly in that coach
aint in you
Change the scenery
Smokin Ls down in LV
Do it by lonely
It Aint shit these boys can tell me
tapped in with the bosses
Now im steady tryna own
But I ain't no lick
Hope they don't catch it on me
Don't take that risk and find
That ratchet on me (Ratchet on me)
Mama tell me, boy, need to slow down
stop pouring
Got Runtz in my blunt probably never stop blowing
Pain don't stop it just keep going
Money don't stop it just keep growing
Sleeping on me
I'm not Rick
I don't give a fuck what Soulja Boy said about Kanye's shit
You just mad 'cause your verse wasn't that hot
I'm just really goin' off
reo(?) get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give are kelly a call I think like em 13
living without you
Don't need you to get turnt up I get lit by myself
Won't catch me stressing bout no money boy that's bad for your health
Fuck me I be
Bought my hoe some crawfish she gave me all ha turkey neck
Gobblin my dick she deep throat like a beer bottle neck
Ain’t even gag on it I had ta tell ha
(kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
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