Lyrics:
make them run lef them sandal
You can’t compare yourself to me
Kwashia too
Shiku3 mimba mli ahabo shi matsi ato
Kaadwen ak3 nk3 ohe eflibo
By all my
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
Girl, girl, (wow)
Be my number one girl
Girl you should be over here by my side
You want it
You've got it
Whatever you like
I'll be right here when you
doesn’t do anything to me so I look pretty grey
I tried to give you my all but I guess it wasn’t enough
Thinking she’s a nice girl but she likes it rough
I
give ya what ya like
What's up what's up (what's up what's up)
Now Stop
Make them girls jealousa (bang bang)
Make them boys jealouso (bang bang)
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
Drop the coke like the album
And it's comin' soon!
Sucka free, that's the best way to be
Keep them sucka ass niggas' from round me
Sound me and turn me
Wells Fargo where I'm banking, nigga
Heard your album sales tankin', nigga
My bros down the road shank you, nigga
Strike like a match, knock him out
Made an album, turned it to a city soundtrack
Yo
Put your money where your mouth is
Keep the circle tight, don't give a fuck 'bout what nobody says
Like
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Drinking like them Remmy Boys shout out to that boy Fetty
Sound Village bitch with these bars that I be dropping
Got some snakes in the grass so I grab
for
For like I never did end it
From fishing to fine-dine
Took three girls, three new fresh starts
Couldn't get the family apart
Like a ditched car, may
to the States
In the hood by sticks and drums like this Long and McQuade
Getting punished by my parents, yelling "This a mistake"
In the jail, didn't change me,
I'm so fly, like XYZ
Threat to the throne, man, I'ma murder this
You are such a poser
You ain't ever heard of this
Shots at you fake boys
Walkin' 'round
fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering throughout]
Ask about me
[Verse 5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all
This nigga been dead
one's gonna stop her
Mama's little girl likes teasing the boys
Yeah, mama's little girl likes to make the big boys
Now she walks by and she catches their
to the future in the flux thing
And I saw everything
Boy bands, and another one, and another one
And another one
And girls there with round hair like Star
the boys gave me a beer... or a bunch
Air that's so hot
You could fry an eggy
Seatbelts and slides with that certain subtle touch
A beer with a girl
Who's
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys
baba, you know how the ting go
See my girl you dey over me
All my money nk3 hami
Leff your boy and come chill with me
If he ask you, tell am say chest la
hum along
Like treasures they twinkle in the sun
Get on board and have some fun
Take what you need to turn you on
(Boys) boys in the girl's room
vibes (yah-yah)
Ring my boys like ""Swing by"" (swing by)
You know, we know how to play right (yeah-yeah)
And nou re ja di swing (swing)
Coolin' in
b-b-b-b-b-boy
Ooh hoo b-b-b-b-b-boy
Ooh hoo b-b-b-b-b-boy
My gangsta boy
I don’t care what my girls or mama
Say about you, bad boy, I like the drama
We can ditch
a Philadelphia boy
Tell these people how you moved out and
You a New Jersey resident boy
Them OG's on the block
Are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell
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