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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
a new ride (whoa)
Shawty wanna ride shotty when I roll by (yup)
I got a new truck
Clap back shawty, get up out the way (oh yeah)
I got a new truck
feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Damn
is she really feelin' me?
The way I be touchin' and rubbin' your body
You seekin' the truth but these niggas be lyin'
I only want you so I hopped in
It's so many ways to die. Oh no! It's so many ways to fly.
Steady as we roll. It's so many ways to ride.
Cause life can't pass us by no more.
a lil' late gettin' in)
Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down
Hit the town, ran a red to the hip
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
right into the nasal
Lookin' fine with your soul gone
Wait it's been that way all along
You got me feelin' like Dolittle somethin' wrong
'Cause when
Between yo body fully dressed and having ya naked
And shorty I don't mean forward, but it's ya features too
Just wanna lay my hands on ya like the preachers
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
way
Issa hole in da bitch gah damn how I miss that ? fuck. It hold it
Pussy throbbin bae u look good in the morning
We coughing and shit , I'm tryna
and nobody was feelin' it
Soon as he left the radio station Charlemagne
Was lookin at the co-host like
"Damn what a fuckin idiot"
What you need to do is stop
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
walked away now I'm sitting here all by myself
Toxic
Sometimes I'm too toxic
She wanna be wit me but I never get too talkin
Told me you needa stop this
Good ole' USA
Freedom sold
For a few
Blue dollars
Damn
What's the matter?
Whose the author?
Don't even bother
Cause he's the real life
Immortalized
trynna tap in
Said her ex in the way but I ain’t worried bout him cause
(Chorus)
I been thinkin bout you for a lil while now
I be feelin good every time
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin
not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’
Live by the grind like it’s part
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who
Where's the crew thick mist in the trail
I'm feelin' pressure off
Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (yeah), sayin' I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin' tell 'em make me (bitch), eat a fuckin' dick (yeah)
I'm feelin' like
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
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