Lyrics:
demons still gotta pay the toll around here
Big Glock, keep heavy metal like Kid Rock
Never let it sick, hide, shoot 'til my wrist lock
If
swerving
We, winning for certain
And my, bitches got birkins
They twerking, working for the purpose
If we do a show, it's curtains
Now she's, gotta stop all
even using a condom
Without even saying "no"
By god we have a name for people like that
It's - hey motherfucker
the entry
Who don't wanna be big from elementary
Drive a Bentley and live rent free
But for some it would take half a century
If not never
That's why some
bitchhh
Hating Muthafucka
Watch me pull off in Da Big Body
Got a stick in dis bish
It can flip that lil body yeeen
(Still on my shi)
Imma do my lil dance
I can not fuck with no lame nigga
Better stay in yo lane I'm deranged with it
Got a new bitch and she got good aim with it
Yea you know it's the big
and it's super charged
Woe SandTan, how you go big on big, extra large? (big on big on big)
and say it's an emergency send that ho right on her way
Now let's get back to this cake but I never left
I can't be checked by no fucking mate
It ain't no
smoked like gelati (gelati)
Dope out the dollar, we throw the narcotics
Dancin' erotic, got dope in her body
Bought the Bentayga, couldn't do the lil'
Slime down Florence on the scat and they like, who is he
ATM I'm only known for one thing, I'm selling dreams
H-J-9 all my bitches come with
who pulled the strings was once on my side
I had just moved to Texas, tried to make it right
I do not feel obliged to dismiss the truth because of how
scream in the palace, sold out this evening
But now it's, maybe down to sleeping
Is it really my soul to keep or
Have I sold it cheap is it greed
Do I
clothes
Any witness gets a .9 cold, could do this with a blindfold (oh)
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out
love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my
Fucking bitches by the dozen
Count to Twelve bitch
Even if she got a husband
Who the fuck's that?
You know we still had to fuck 'em
Yeah we do it dirty
I
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
I got, 1-2, 1-2 big sticks
Big 30’s gotta load em with them big clips
We not average y'all ain’t f*****g with no misfits
On my Elyon you know my
Yo Capri yo this is Diamond um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday
At twelve noon plug me in at D&D you'll be outta there by
follow this dopes"
See I'ma keep barking and
Cause y'all bark wit' me
You know the website
All ya gotta do is hit me now
As much as the girls like me
it y'all
Ahh yeah
Heheheheheh
Yo Hump, gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Lots of little knots that need to be tied
A pair of knuckleheads
big deals
Just cop it this is life it's poppin
I said we landed on top very top top
I said we landed on top at the top top
cnd we do it like a boss
up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I'm gettin' my dick sucked
I blow weed like it's dust, uh
Spacehead, love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
the ones before us sit and watch the big old world go by!
Imagine living on hope!
Imagine praying for a good day!
Do you see how the other side live?
Do you
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