Lyrics:
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your
of stacks
The Yves on my body, turned up to the max
I just fucked on this ho and
The head was so good now she saying, "Bino
Why you nut on my tracks?"
I was
OnlyFans Cash App
Is synced wit' mine
Rest in peace Pimp
Her Bun need some shine
Maaan
I learn the easy tricks first when I skate whores
Nigga how y
I love that
Yea
And she pretty as hell
Don't tell me its pressure can tell by the smell
Said he a demon we sent'em to hell
Claim he a trappa but he
the indica disappear feelings
I run up the ceiling I run up the bag
Making a killing by spitting the venom
I'm thinking it's nuts when I'm summoning raps
regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That's why I got on Yeezys
The Trap God but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All this sauce is
High off of contact, why wait why wait
High off of contact, why would I wait
High off of contact, why would I wait
High off of contact, high off
the spanking, the belts thin
By then, I'll crack another nut, by the time the elephant
My L stem, my doobie's thick, yeah
She got a nice square but her bootie
aint a game
Y'all can't even walk boy yall niggas lame
Them Penjitsu niggas some bad news
From the 80s and kick it like bad dudes
I'm going nuts, which
My name is QU, Aye please get off my D
Wipe your damn face bitch and get off your knees
J to the a, y the hell you still talking
Cold nigga that
nuts, out of luck
Quit bullshitin' nigga 'cause I'm
Still fuckin' yo' bitch
Niggas got me twisted in a bad way
Why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit
work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail
floatin' on the low
I venture deep in places that nobody wanna go, ya know
And I'm feelin lifted, I'm feelin' lucky to be livin'
Still driven by the everyday
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these
exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I mean, why
Get the fuck from round here
Smoking by the gram
Bitch we blow it by the pound here
Winning is great and that's why I keep doing it
Chopping it up
to crash
Went broke on a chain
Yea yea
It's way more than that
Put cash on his brain
Yea yea
I'm ignoring that
Whatchu calling fame
Yea yea
I can't love
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
down
I'm like break me out all on my voice mail
(bitch why you fake me out)
'cause I don't give a fuck nigga
Don't love niggas play the game while these
Why you tripping bout cash it’s just dollars
All this drip on my neck that’s some water
Got this bitch on my dick that’s your daughter
I’m finna get
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
I yeah
We just look up at the stars and we laugh about it yeah
Addicted to your love I can't cap about it yeah
Got all these problems ima rap about it
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