Lyrics:
trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard
When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by
One, two, three, four
You told me 32 ways to make you smile
I did 31 within the first hour
You stood amazed in your delighted shoes
Bewildered but
shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took
the jug
Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
in cap I ain't buying it
She love the D she love the D
I can tell by how she riding it
Bullet gang you know we killing shit
Icey icey how we flooding
the sky it's bright for a while, then it fades.
lucky me i've got three hours left.
lucky me i've got this heart in my chest.
lucky me i've got this four
night
To reaffirm my purpose within this limited time
I don't deny the world has not tried to harden my heart
But those occasions have only helped to add
me
Just wanna say put this on repeat
If we try again I know we 3peat,
The haters say what they say, nobody fit in
My shoes, nobody dribble like me,
you do is tweet
You know I bring the heat
Vegan ass niggas wanna beef
I got 3 different attorneys on my payroll
I broke the mold these niggas old these
give you all my heart)
I Guess some win some lose
Can't take steps in too big shoes
As the worlds crumbling they be left Mumbling
Im out here showing
a pair of shoes, with a swoosh
Enough to make a nigga bust his teeth 'til they wiggle loose
But by the time I got 'em they was out of style
God got
to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah
This a heavy shipment
Bitch ain't hear me tell her take her
Shoes off 'cause
and bring the stars out
When it's dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard, so suckas, eat your heart out
I'm too advanced, super swag in my Louis pants
born a black king, pay homage nigga
Versace frames playboy, these ain't Ray Bans
Heart of gold, warrior soul, equals a great man
I got a date with
would never leave your side
We gon' get that W
That's the win real niggas slide
We don't hide from beef, we go to war
And we always survive
Hearts filled
Laughing at my opps
They gon need a new life plan
Came in with the sauce
This is syn by the mic stand
Brand new whip
V10
Vip
She's in
Heart attack
Tweaking
gonna take the crown right now
When I peep my mic hunger you should urinate in ya pants
How can you battle me you get crushed by little ants
You biting
shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole
Louise but not Mandrell
She's got 80's hair and fringe all around her skirt
And she pours her heart out when she sings
There's a band in the window
shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took
Prayer strikes the ground
Like a rhino charging I go forward
The black sky pushed back
And my shoes of the Gospel break to a sprint
As I follow
kind of shoes the best I've found
Well they're kinda small, there's a reason for that
They go with a jacket and an itty bitty hat
"Cause my boy's
the jug
Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
business and a sneaker line
I'm tryna choose between three designs
Just speakin' facts, and if the shoe fit's
I got you if you need a size
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