Lyrics:
weed by myself
Shit i pop p's by myself
I dont need nobody help
Hit the dance floor by myself
& fuck a couple hoe's by myself
I count all these
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
on these hoes
You pull up in ghost
Your body game cold
And you drop it too low
Straight to the floor
They see your post
They like it for show
But
woo woo-woo
You gotta hit the beat
You gotta hit the beat one, two, three, four
So long, Frank Lloyd Wright
All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn
around nigga face off
P95 yea your bitch she can get it too
I'l have ya bust it baby
On the operating table
I meant to hit you but your bitch got it
My
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass,
two cents too yourself
I smoke a j just for my health
In my room all by myself
Red dot that's a headshot
Like Lloyd babygirl I make the bedrock
at it again)
To the one's at the club, to the people on the floor
(The one at the club and the ones on the floor) (we at it again)
Hit it one mo' gain
floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always gettin' paid
Bad
savage the war
Too many millions in store
Too many sleeps on the floor
Too many wounds still sore
Can't give the key to the door
This is a place for galore
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
one by my lonely
Pussy always talking shit how about you show me
Icy in this bitch you know they call me Khione
Only real ones at the top and I'm seeing
Imma hit her, you know Imma bop her
Play with me you know Imma drop her
Whip gon' turn heads, yeah, this a show stopper
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this a show
my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always gettin'
Fucking on the floor on the floor
We fucking on the floor on the floor
We fucking on the floor, floor on the floor
We fucking on the floor on the floor
One
happens in this art of passion
After dinner we hit up the club
And the homies showin' love so we get in for none
Gettin' it on the dance floor, she bouncin'
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
on water by the beach
Jesus, dreaming that's that drug talk
Nah he liable to run up on that plug talk
You know that semi get to waving with that slug talk
and I watered my wrist
Chopper it hit you make you do the fish
Got me some boots, fresh pairs of Ricks
Me and my dawg, like lilo and stitch
Don't fw
to close part two, your floor
One by one, one by one
One by one, we're switching up positions
One by one, girl, show me what I'm missing
I saw, I with
want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross
They
the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's:
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole
Ladies on the dancefloor
Ladies by the bar
always is underneath
I belong with many rappers that you name
Joe Budden T.I LLoyd Banks King Crooked all the same
Don't overstrain opinion or circumvent
Pass me by for good
Leave me by the woods
You know that you should
Don't seem too right for you
2020 was a fucking simulation
I got another keyboard
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