Lyrics:
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
that fuckin' door in
Don't pray for me, pray for all of my enemies I'm too real, too raw for the industry
No flaws 2k rank me I'm like 99 No flaws, 2k
eight
Gimme me the code, don't make me wait
Don't worry about where the money is
Don't even think of reporting this
By the way, I took everything up in
show you magic trick
I'm a let you have this stick
I'll show you magic tricks
I'm a let you have this stick
I need that wap in the morning
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
the trick dice
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself,
Don't wanna hear the hoes say nothin
Leave you on my table
You the turkey
Imma stuff-IN
I want all the treats
I'm good on all the tricks
She's out
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya trick ya
One way
to the statue in the park,
Through snow drifts up over our knees,
And every street sign written in French.
We sat by the statue.
You looked in my eyes,
Then
in my head, and it’s haunting
While I'm here on my desk overworking yeah yeah
Yeah I’m sitting by waiting for sunny days
But I keep saving for rainy
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
tryna get my future set, I’m haunted by my past
I ain’t looking for no temporary fix
I need a permanent solution to get out this magic trick
I don’t want
It's over before it starts
Oh, don't you know
So on your mark, stand by, ready, go
From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo
I see visions
a trick on a bitch yea
You know how I do it
Got so much dope in this bitch
In the trap you would think that I grew it
I got the juice
I'm slicker than
never question Him this not no interview
Gave me the vision I turned it to visuals
(The Light)
I'm on a whole new mission
Won't trick me out my position
something (rack)
She want a trick, I'm not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
helped us in the night
They just let it ride
Ride, let it ride
Leavin' on the evenin' tide
Just let it ride
I'm gonna let it ride
Here's to the girls
all of that
I thank you
Without further ado
Yeah
I'm inspired by Nas
It's end of a beginning
Man born with bars from the 90s
Hope to bring resurrection
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
meet me in the Netherlands
Sung sweetly, that'll get her in, I cry
And I'm a fool for Istanbul right after
And now you're in, we prowl Berlin with
the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the Cadillac
Smokin' quan-quan
Triple wild chicks in the Montreal
Crack the mini bar
What the hell?
Grab
All aboard in Montreal
I heard the conductor call
That old engine heaved a sigh
Suitcases and shuffling feet
I found my way to a windo seat
I
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