Lyrics:
around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
All black bently truck
Spinning till we dizzy
Here's a warning
We don't give no fucks
All about my greens
Like we playing for the fucking bucks
Why
If you chose up, can't choose again ,it's up now
I just want you, the rest can go, keep it a buck now
Told myself no more gold bracelets, I need
the system, it sees another victim
I've been plotting
Looking at my plants in the pot
And I been looking for the answer
Cause I dance in the dark
I talk a lot
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement
Its understatement, I'm taking rap flow to plateau
These assholes you clap fo'
Just can't go
your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed
Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side
Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn
your life away out on the road
Singing in empty dive bars to make 50 bucks a show
We can't all start on top but apparently your'e already there
Be
we went high we was tryna get by
We was poppin e pills you can see from eyes
Run-in from the police when we see them come by
Hell of a life we was
And E the tank
Thanking God for dank
I'm in need
I need a break
For heavens sake
Get me out this tank I can't breathe
I'm stuck
Stuck in rut
Giving no
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
Frankly, I'm disappointed, I'm appalled
And brother I am unbelievably hurt by the fact
That you have morphed into something to me, that's not real
the easy-e kitty cat paws, tatted above her bra
When the Twist sat down by her draws
But I guess that leaves dust and all
Cause a man keeps on running off
juked by Clapz and Dappz
And have blood all over their VV's
In a dance all I put on a Henny
Jab tapped me like look at this beanie
Two dum dums get put
a fly by night angizwani neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honor
It's about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go
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
I missed about a year and a half doing a dance with the devil
No I ain't talking bout Satan, but drugs in which I would revel
I pent up feelings for
anything from her ground-breaking, critically acclaimed 2015 album E-MO-TION
I don't really know where I was going with that to be honest
But, but, but look,
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
don't ask me to dance
I might straight panic, pull the gat, and blow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit. it's e and j. it's hotter than
by all, duplicated by many
The B-I-G D-A double-D Y k an E uh
What's your name? …fade
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