Lyrics:
another planet
Girl, I can see it by the way that you walk
You can hear the money in the way that I talk
Is you in love with me or you in love with my
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
Start it up, huh, start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
Niggas don't take shots at us that is only obvious
The first album I vomited,
I just got a brand new blicky to go with my glizzy
I'm takin felony chances by just havin them wit me
A couple bands in my pants I'm not a skater but
beat and you know that I get to tussling
I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling
Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins
Them
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a female holmes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums
old chick has went and got away
You a Queen, but every Queen needs a pawn to play
I hate the way you appear on my timeline
Summertime sadness well you
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
understand when you get older
Don't ask me again Son, I told you, it's a
Chick Magnet. I got science on my side. I got a
Chick Magnet. It's horseshoe-shaped,
one and as the extrovert
Known as the one who always writes an extra verse
Hope that you C like my name's letter first
Now I'm too sick so I think I
I just got a brand new blicky to go with my glizzy
I'm takin felony chances by just havin them wit me
A couple bands in my pants I'm not a skater but
phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email
I stared at her and took a double take (BALLIN!)
I told em miss me with that bullshit (that?s right)
They bullshit ya buck sixty for the bullrus (you
than you
Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
What once was a spark to a flame it grew
My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
For
"Yeah, you 'bout to get it"
Just hope that you don't stick your dick in a dud
'Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress
Or a chick
on an album and you trying
To record it, on top of all that
Couple weeks you're going touring?
For little pay, straight claim for thrills
Most people my age
you save it
Lost my whole mind can't replace it
Whistling Dixie Death beds waiting
Praying to a false god who forgave him
Walk around toe to toe with
Brandon I told you I’m way too high for this shit,
Fuck it, look.
Cuttin’ up my competition often. It’s an odd addiction.
Got some bitches on my dick. I
My legacy is on my chest I know you see it clearly
Lately I been such a mess but you ain't see my clearly
I know that when I try my best that all
came in by yourself
Ain't nobody here to help you you gone die alone
When you stuck in them positions they won't pick up the phone oh mama
I should've
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
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