Lyrics:
to get it on his own
Had to go and hustle all alone
I didn’t get no help from no one else
So ima bout to spend it by myself
Used to be broke now I’m
to spend it by myself
Used to be broke now I’m sitting here livin in the lime light
VVS glowin so bright like the star light
Feel my energy when you see
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
say
Or he say, or she say
My girl look like a bigger booty version of Coi Leray
I call her Caroline she call me daddy, Or Amine
I spend my money wisely
you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
17
a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never
Ken[02:12.57]My Shawty walking this bitch like Barbie, Barbie, Barbie[02:14.41]Feel like mafia, feel like Bobby De Niro[02:17.06]Dodging bitches like I'm dodging
ain't an album cut I'm still getting my demo reel off
Ma I promise our break through on the horizon
Know your son has got a lot more left inside em
the people is deep rooted and evident
You can be easily recruited, you're Heaven-sent
Your smile put me at ease
You're the woman I need, but where is she?
count your hair
Before you deny this
I don't mean to deny
You're the saviour
I pray that the grace
Cover me now yeah
Tuutu cos of money
People dying
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
drop[01:12.44]That's that uhhhhhhhh[01:13.34]I'm on da block[01:14.25]I'm selling rocks[01:15.15]Ducking da cops[01:16.08]Racks in sock[01:17.05]Whippin Da
made M after M
You not a boss, you get your percent after them, that's rough
Money slowin' up no more audience
The Fashionnova ads and Onlyfans made
and language but destroyed by interpretation
For now I'm complacent between hesitation and dedication
No path takings The only path left
But until the path left
ashy teens
(What?) overblown ass in jeans (yeah)
Sober tones crack your screen
(Damn) Home Alone classic scene (Woo)
Too arms raised to your face
I'm too
runnin' shit
I'm middle class but I still hit a lick
And swear she tame and she stay celibate
When it comes to me she still like my-
Your pants going too
ready to (Mow)
You know they don't play
They ready to spray
Don't ever come by me I stay with a drac
I'm making my money it go to the bank
You getting no
jam[01:14.06]Trigger finger on super saiyan[01:15.65]We can blick it out, you gone see what I'm sayin[01:17.38]Changed the route, they had must thought I was
the game is on and you just fouled out
How about a little affection thrown in my direction honey?
Yeah, I'm sorry for the way I yelled about the money that I
there's a stranger in my house[02:17.57]I never know when they'll come around[02:22.07]Swear that I hear you when they speak[02:26.27]And see your body
Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so grand
a believer
But the truth is I’m scared as I ever was
I don’t know who I am or what Heaven does
I don’t know what I’m s'posed to be sayin now
Am I supposed
before I'm judged by 12
Pray at night like, "Father God, is there a heaven for a G"
Jesus Christ could walk on water, I'ma Crip walk on the sea
Dodgin',
into this version of my life? Am I dying?
Where were you in '22?
Go get your alibi, son
Make it a good lie
Where were you in '22?
Where were you in '22?
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