Lyrics:
mama cryin'
By the time I turn 30, I'll give me a Grammy
Did a RKO in his face, felt like Randy
I jump in the pool when I'm counting these banies'
I'm
I like that Huncho on the beat bitch
In my future I see me dumping weed ashes in a Grammy cup
I'm a trend killa killed the Crease slander now they
me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
Fresher than a muh'fucka
Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna
So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic
Ho that
Shorty got at work just like Rihanna, Must be LGBT cause he turned to a Madonna
I might rub my knife right down her side just like a shawarma
Lemon
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
I wanna ask only you, four-car garage
Rihanna and Kobe, in my entourage
It's plenty of room, backyard to shade
Don't carry it out
Me and my baby, I
used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we
lady)
Y'all all my (lovely gurls)3x
Lil sista you ma (lovely lady)
Y'all all my (lovely gurls)3x
plus my 2 grammys like ma mammies
I no sumtimes dey
while my career deteriorated
Now everyday I wake up I feel invigorated
Got Rihanna on IG talking about Gucci's transformation
Minor setback for a major
for that Grammy that's FASHO
Man my mind is blown, but I know that there's MORE
Speaking life to existence! Bro i prophesy to them bones
I'm living
Climb the highest mountain but
What does it mean without you
I can even win a grammy but
What does it mean without you
Fulfill all my dreams but what
the dust
Don't try beef us beef comes with a box
It's long two dame kill 'em with successor still got your bitch by my side
No top turner no Grammy I was
the sociopolitical climate change, a man-made miracle
For a third year he tried to instill the fear
Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that
By any
sing like Celine
Mi call di Grammy one
Pussy look inna mi hand weh yuh see, eeh?
Gun inna hand, a so we stay
Clap di six pans inna yuh face middle day
Understand me nigga, don't need no Grammy's
Give us the money you got in your pockets, I feel like taxing nigga
Bout the action, give me a reason,
things got hairy between you and me
I brushed it off like a pet groomer
Why would you let the Grammys that we got get to ya
Why
The kings and queens
to strangers
Try to talk to me, bitch
You get that middle finger
Stand on by gangster, I bought a banger
Try to test me bitch
I'm just like Texas Ranger yeah
thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon
the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin' train
Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil' B up to a full tank of propane
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
needed
When I got it, I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in
sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She
sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She
Still Preposterously Dank, ooh
PBR by the flute
Find Ryan's pines lying my commute
'Til I got the LL Bean boots made of moose
Enough loot to get the roof
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