Lyrics:
when your album drop?"
As soon as you finish swelling
I'm finished thank you
Pull your draws up on your waist
Wipe that s*** up out your face
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
oppose (why?) we running them hoes
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfucking days a year
I have your fool staggering just like a bottle of beer
You
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
something out of nothing
I got a brand new flow
Been ttg u know
Verde im trained to go
I got your speakers thumping
Im back in album mode
Album mode
Leeko,
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I want, why cus' I can
Fly to Japan, baby
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
your platform
Exposed D'Evils and make see thru
You ain't a Saint (you ain't a saint)
You ain't a Saint
You ain't a Saint (nah)
Your fans should know
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
Yo, what it do, everybody
Y'all know who it is
When MC Chiboy's on the mic, it's time to chop life
And we are back on Chop Life Radio
And today, I
a hurry you're not jamie saint patricc
but you can be a ghost, laughin all the way to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cutting each other down
God willing, I got
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
when you call me
Yeah, yeah
You're a saint, I'm a sinner
But I guess that I'm good enough when it's 3AM and you're lonely
As long as I'm gone by
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
money give a fuck, huh
That nigga thinking he slime me come try your luck, huh
I'm right back again, huh
I've been getting bread you can't deny I'm
there
That's why when you walk in the
Dance all the skengman go to, i'm in there
Put your sunglasses on
Dance with me to my sunglasses song
Some manors
have failed
To always do
Did it before the old school and millennials
Don't care for wha ya say keep your Saint Laurent
Am selling music am not selling
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