Lyrics:
By ocean yeni sika ooo yash3da
Single G with the ref
Yabas3 y3b3to pressure
6 car convoy
It's a road block
Slim waist girls
With a nice a shape bum
baby
KI call me by my name but don't
Call me in the daytime
I don't really skate but I
Got these bitches in line
Know you niggas thought I would've
that masterful thinker?
Good to see you again, since you and Ride were at the Grammys killin'
What's happenin'? Everything good, how the hell have you
jaded by the Grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses, you would see the agony
Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
Lets go there
Baby Ma le
Lets go there
Baby you le
Lets go there
Are you gonna lil by lil
Are you gonna lil by lil
Eeee
Are you gonna lil by lil
Are
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
breath stank
That shit ain't due to no COVID, hoe
The Draco puttin' holes in 'em, man, it look like I'm spellin' OVO
Man, Nicki ain't won a Grammy yet?
mujer
Me tiro Rihanna, pero en verda', na' que ver
No quiero con esa loca, siempre me hostiga el cel
Diario un millón de phillie'
No soy millo', yo
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
from GRAMMYs, win by this shit international
Whatever you do just stay true and show passion
When you talk, be precise
I took a flight for the Patek
nothing new
But when I get a Grammy, no recognition
But when I'm gone, my keys in the ignition
I won't look back on fonder days
Those people hope I ponder
I keep the blammer in the
Drawer with the pajamas
I keep the ammo in the bananas
I keep the standards high as the Canyon
I treat the Grammy's like
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
From Honda Accords to Grammy awards
I can blow a million dollars into dust (That's where
to Putnam, to Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's said, "Wu for the kids"
Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib
Trey-five-seven cracked ya
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they pimp us
new ones
What's up with you girl? Maybe we can do some
Do you drink, do you smoke?
I could tell by your purse and your shoes you ain't broke
Hang with
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
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