Lyrics:
wanted to spend
I'm buyin' VVS diamonds for all of my kin
She wanna take me to the room, get out all of her sense
It's no adoption, shawty, you can take
as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I
what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master
get dough (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
date pending
They trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state
Lawyer handle my plea you petty boys
Don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Hang with bosses
To be a boss, losers if you want be lost
I been on my pivot, ain't a digit that gone get me off
Don't piss me off
I'm needed like
?ve heard me.
(Kwirk sighs in grief.)
LIMEY
Captain, where did you go? We?re 45 billion miles off course.
KWIRK
I?m still here, Limey. Lt.
got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,
I’m finished with this?
No matter what life threw at me
Look I always caught
Always fought
Breaking through it all like Marshall Faulk
On my way
the 6 with
Like they were never meant to tear me down
If you don't give me space in this room to vent, I'ma air it out
That's how wild it gets
I'm tired
funny, get money, and fuck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas you broke the rules with
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we
be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
mind and it's grinding
I'm no toy, get your hands off my body, boy
It's not that type of party
You place or mine, is a played out lie
To quote this
and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
mean, like, Soul, assist him
Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System
I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister
(That's
what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master constitution
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
blacks way out in the valley
I used to be afraid, like to be shook up
'cause niggas like you always leave the game hooked up
Tryna get yours, but you
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off
everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm
I'm making Micks fly”
Stepping on leprechauns, train my weapon on
c green beer bitch out here singing tepid songs like
“Oh Danny boy”
Get out the way
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