Lyrics:
Pretty boy flow put this face on a runway
I’m spitting more verses than a Christian on a Sunday
Ticket to the top baby you know it’s a one way
Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real
a sailess ship that crashed into the rocks and got blow to bits a lot
A lot
A lot
A lot a lot a lot
Fuck you tie
Okay baby I
Write
Shut the fuck up
Dull
Listening to music, shuffle Tyler's new leaks
Pretty baby in my arms
I'll make sure you never get harmed
I'll love you for the rest of my life
Don't care if
got papers on me)
But I found out about you too late
What am I gonna do about that, baby
Oh, yeah, yeah, babe
Well, well, well, what have we
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
the Bartlebees and Neutral Milk Hotel?
It's okay for a sunny day but that Sting album won't do
So when I play you Allen Clapp, you'll know baby I love you!
Hey
water splashing Lift my wrist, it's patek dancing
Living life the fastest Black on black like Marilyn Manson
Baby girl, you fancy Pretty pricey when I'm
Carmen wasn't for it, huh
Babies having babies
Yeah that shit is pretty crazy
Fifteen still a teen
Filled with dreams slowly fading
But look at what you
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
Moji fans majú fans, yes baby
A rap je moja side chick, ne prvá lady
Tvoj obľúbený white boy niečo jak Shady
Každý album masterpiece, nerobím šmejdy
through
But you don't know nothing about life like that you fake gang so you
Talk shit on the internet
Acting like a kitty cat
Pussy in a pretty hat
Be in
tripping
I ain't slipping
I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe
And I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city
Yo and I
through
But youon know nothing about life like
That you fake gang so you
Talk shit on the internet
Acting like a kitty cat
Pussy in a pretty hat
Be
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
what?
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures
It only gets better & better
Might treat
slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents
Uhh, you wanna be
It's Winnie Churchill, you motherfucker
I'm playing, I'm positive baby
I love you
God damn
I see your liquor
I know I am nigga
Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd
take you out.
Cuz my style is pretty rare
I like it bloody. Kinda funny.
cll these other rappers wanting beef
Look vegan to me.
cnd I just dropped
really, I'm just shimmy
Shim shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Millennial androgyny
This me, this ain't no wave
Grandzatti to my baby, so she do just what I
And they still take me as some j- (man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I
play nuthin else to say its goin down tonight
The remedy kicked in I'm feelin the hen. by the way the club is jumpin. lil mama gettin the biz she no
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