Lyrics:
from with you and come pull up on me
I don't know what to call it
When we fuck we do our own positions
I don't know what to call it
I pick up my
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
hoe
Baby tripping so I gotta be low-key
Out in public don't you say that you see me
Black shades like my name was Stevie
Smoking pressure while I touch
where
Harriet Tubman was tryin to get to
She had a shocker beside her
It was a long one
Don't ever try to come at us wrong son
You wrong one yeah let
Bit em' with the VAT now chuck it in the mix
Invest and supply
Always on the grind
Take her for a ride but she playing kinda shy
Tell me what you like
through)
Please come through Jes-
Lord, please come through
I'ma catch hell by the tail, I don't really care who you tell (well, well, well)
I don't
attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool
me off the road
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
Keys in my hands, I'm driving, yeah
Keys in my
and talk to me we get it settled low key(Bitch come and talk)
Bitch come and talk to me you gotta say it honestly(Bitch come and talk)
Bitch come and talk
have something I'd like you to see
Fly with me
Fly with me
I don't really have a broom
I have a fife
You'd have to ask my wife
About the fife
I don't
you corner me just know I ain't going for nun
How you gone ride you don't even much trust yourself whole time been feeling a lil numb
Locked in a cage I
the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hun wants the dickly, hun comes and gets me
Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy
Knows to be Swayze 'cause
the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hun wants the dickly, hun comes and gets me
Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy
Knows to be Swayze 'cause
the Keys
Got a Thirty. Five of ZA Ima stuff it in a leaf
Mega shitting on these bitches smoking cookie by the beach
Calling him a surfer
All he do is riding
a fuck the love is there if you need me
Never gave a fuck, hope she don't see me
Cry, you let me out the nest i'm supposed to fly
When you black and you
a moment
You gone ball when it's your season
You don't need company you want it
How many times people say they gone do it and really don't
Think about it
this rap game locked
You could call the warden
Give hoes cock, then I'm gone by morning
I'm gone
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Don't get me wrong
You
Tell me what you see
You ain't living in my shoes
Don't tell me what I'll be
Love is real too my face
Then they against me
Never needed no one, all I
and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching
Laws are meant to be
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
Get out of line, I'll call my homey Moby Dick.
I'm not thinkin' 'bout dyin', fool, stop tryin' to test me,
People fishin' don't catch me.
And when
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
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