Lyrics:
pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve, my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving, there's
Got something to prove
Feel like Kobe fresh outta high school headed straight to the league
Get that shit by any means
I set my intentions ain't resting
shit risky I like my cars fast see the cops ooh I'm outta there smokin' Moonrock French fried got me outta space please don't kill my vibe thirsty bitch
talk if they lame, the hoes on it
They want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo
didn't even go get my Grammy
I was smoking and fucking bitches in Miami
I had a dream that Biggie told me that I was nice
Then I woke up and realized it
of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean
I'm drunk, I need assistance
Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
I lost my car, what happened?
These drunk tunes got me trippin'
Take
up most the beer everytime
By nine o'clock got a half case between us
Pull into the quick pick Lendell had to have some smoke
There sit Susie in
The thought that I was really only with you for the luxury
What the heck
Or what the fuck
I ran outta my luck
So I ran, got in my car
And I'm ducking cause you
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
Keyboard warrior typing man
Keep it typing fam
Thotty came into my life, truth is
Imma 10 outta 10, she a zero outta 10
Imma Alpha man
Fucboi type of man
I've seen you walk by a few times
I just can't get enough of your style
Santa baby I want to look in your eyes
Come down my chimney tonight
It's
man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he
my dreams get into my car
Suddenly I see the red lights I'll sleep much better if I can get it right
I keep wishing for better nights I wanna write my
slow
Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me
That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
now and we might see
Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity
I get up (ty), I get up (ty) I get up, when I'm down
Had enough, almost
kissing nobody's behind
Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk
Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work
I ran into a pothole, got into a car
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
on the Daily. int it crazy how a bitch barely get outta year 11 lazy find a man to get impregnated then again when the pasty father wants to be there for a kid
i'll take us
I just dream somebody can save us
Dive into ocean
They gonna always tell you that a Youngin had no motion i,
Fell in love with doja cause i
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
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