Lyrics:
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
We chasin’ green like spider man versus goblin
All my niggas got torches we angry mobbin’ yea
My money different colors just like denise rodman noggin
Look, look, look, bending blocks by my lone
I ain't dumb, yeah, I'm making it home
Trying to get rich, take a trip out the rome
Boy talking hot
looking amazing
Numbers! good job
Verse 1 (Larry June)
Man verse one I woke up and I thanked God
Cause every time I reach in my pocket its a knot
Every
on the edge
N I'm praying to a god
Where's my forgiveness
For my Menes
Like my name was Denise
Speaking how I feel
Dear load as I neel
I don't trust
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
men (men)
From back spins to backyards, we rap harder (c'mon)
People that lack charge (c'mon) now we black stars (shawty)
Gift from God, they said we
men (men)
From back spins to backyards, we rap harder (c'mon)
People that lack charge (c'mon) now we black stars (shawty)
Gift from God, they said we
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin' in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga, what my dope goin fo', sixty-two, c'mon, a gram
By man, my
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
poverty was real
We got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga
Back when Nintendo drop bare knuckle brawls
My daddy was beatin' niggas
Up
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
him, shaking, kids screaming
He slapped my girl, that's the reason I was fiendin to lean him
Everything got, real slow, I ain't hear shit
My word,
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my
water
Cartier eye yeah
My diamonds got them shook
Eliantte diamonds shining
And I just bought new water
These VVS's on me telling me how it Looks
Denise and Rudy
Plus Sandra and Vanessa left my cash on the dresser
'Cause the ATM machine at the check cashing next to
Da bodega, I pulled up in
the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands"
(Aaahhh)
"got to be an addiction!"
"you know, I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my
Hands
Well, that was the album
I hope it wasn't too disappointing
Mm, Before I go
I got one more thing
God rays in my whip look real good on yo' bitch
God
padres
Standing over him, shaking, kids screaming
He slapped my girl, that's the reason I was fiending to lean him
Everything got, real slow, I ain't hear
Everywhere I go I got some liquor in my lemonade
Wake up count my blessings so I can think about a better way
I can pull the baddest bitch in school and call
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
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