Lyrics:
that's facts
If I'm taking your shit you can't get that back
Do not turn his music on that's that cap
7.62 shit that's my type no Saweetie
I might
was the last time she'd see those guys
But then came the letter and she was so surprised
It said no 8s allowed
No 8s allowed
Only 7s or lower, they'd
something that I've come to understand (what should I do)
Figure her out before you ask her hand
She got some culo, dolled up like a poodle
Came back
on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you
shoes (slime)
Came-came equipped it with the loot (slatt-slatt)
21, that's who (slatt-slatt)
Your bitch'll probably slide by the two (slime)
You ran
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way
get rich by today
I grind like a nigga that skate
I know they gone hate
Bad bitch shaped like a eight
I done came a long way from back in the day
Now my
done came through
And straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin'
They could manage they own change
If you got any love fo' that broad
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
a race who makes a move first?
Who needs blue prints
When you had the blues first?
Constantly messing up these
Never ending bloopers
On the move charged up
If shawty exotic, that's just how I like it
Thiry-two thousand, I spend on Versace
When I first hit that lick, it was all about the money
If you
for me
Say Goddamn you no go fit handle me
God go punish, whoever no gbadun me
Because I know that I'm the bigger man
It's why I came looking
The burner on like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Streets sweep you off your feet
Like Drake on Degrassi
You gon' need a colostomy bag
If you tryna stop mine came with
Woah man, aw damn
(Aw damn, yeah)
I just really made a jam (That's crazy)
I ain't even plan for this
Oh wow (Wow, aye)
Hold up, play me that again
the main reason why we poking
Main reason why we came in yo crib
If you think we joking
But this broad day not night
Hear the keys to the house then we gone
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental pop the tape eight track
The kind that feel like Heaven above
If i was sad or feeling blue
She always knew what to do
She'd comfort me with mama's warm hugs
Then came the time
No i'm never satisfied
This can't be televised
Shit been ringing so much i need a beeper
Trap is booming like ten eight o eight speakers
You taxing
No i'm never satisfied
This can't be televised
Shit been ringing so much i need a beeper
Trap is booming like ten eight o eight speakers
You taxing
'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that
If you love me, then tip right (tip right)
'Cause we shouldn't leave
on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands
Fly girls, clap your hands
Fly guys, clap your hands
Well, if you're feeling
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