Lyrics:
a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these niggas think I'm Kobe
I don't cover nothin up this ain't
in
Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
putting my career on hold
Bad night if we back out the pumpy (grr)
Bad sight weh me keep up the fuckery (bow)
If I bang him in the face, can't stop me
what should I do
I got a cape, it's an escape, double the day (today, today)
Blunt 2 the face, if I see your duppy I chase it away
I got a cape, it's
a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't
Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base
Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face
Chop your head, stone cold was how I
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
Fuck Im'a do in this situation
Wockhardt my cup and I go in a coma, Real nigga shit university diploma
I'm down in Daytona with two bad bitches on me
God sakes!!
I said 'Whoa, hold on there Chatty Baby! I said, 'How old are you anyway guitar?' And that guitar said, 'I was born in '37, on the road by
I do remember
Like a punch in the face
I never felt so alive since 19 19 99
The time that we got it all out
How can I forget the nights we
Don't do it for the media cah the .44's like Graeme Souness
When it kicks, it's a hurler
That's your girl in backshots
I heard your song when you said
Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the 'K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight
outside”
I told my mama “Don’t worry I’m fine”
I told my brothers we going up
Only a matter of time
I’m in the trap with broken blinds
That bitch leave your
eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy
The last time I saw Richard, it was Detroit in '68 and he told me
"All romantics meet the same fate someday,
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in
You ain’t amused by the fake types
Pull up outside in a wraith type no
You keep it real keep it genuine
When they play that Ginuwine
Pony girl you be
mornin' breath
Whoops! Might burp in ya face again
My friend don't get offended, m-K?
I'm the realest girl in the game and no I ain't pretendin'
Yeah I
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
No Ceilings
Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where you going?
Ain't my business where you going
I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your
none of that really matters
When I caught my eyes in Spain
She walked into me like you did your thing
In that Spanish accent
The one I love so much
She
acid
'cause he's a downtown talent scout
He's got your name
And he's got your face
He's got your ex-old lady's place
He's here to see what's goin down
everything
Money over bitches, I know that's hot
Rockin' VVS by Elliot wedding bands
I will never ever give her no wedding ring
.45 on my hip, I ain't
alright
Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright
Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright
Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright
alright
Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright
Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright
Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright
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