Lyrics:
what the moment is just keep it the holiest
Word to my Tims she could fight she a problem
Scarf on braids did by the africans in Harlem
You so New York
in the vehicle bent
These days I mellowed out
See, success make a fella content
Un huh
You know, this rap stuff, pop a
Jay-Z Hugo, course
mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya
duro gidigba
Ko gbe sun mo spiritual ko le ri beat gba
O le ti were bo but ma ti igberaga bo
Eh Somto wo ilo kai bo kai bo
Stay woke my nigga koye wo bi
Oya stand on your feet ko de duro gidigba
Ko gbe sun mo spiritual ko le ri beat gba
O le ti were bo but ma ti igberaga bo
Eh Sonto wo ilo kai bo kai bo
de duro gidigba
Ko gbe sun mo spiritual ko le ri beat gba
O le ti were bo but ma ti igberaga bo
Eh Somto wo ilo kai bo kai bo
Stay woke my nigga koye
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Elite Elite Elite
Cadence too cold I can feel it in my feet
Elite Elite Elite
Truth be told now put it on repeat
(Yah aye aye)
Don't you see
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
got cold feet, man he just moved
Cold feet, took all my money too
He said "I'll see you later", dropped me like a hot potatoe
He got cold feet
(Did
on the streets
Buy a two million dollar chain and swagger with his jeans (hey yo! Check out my drip)
See I rap about things that they don't wanna hear (they don't)
bank with my feet up
Call me a light-skin Nigerian Dirk
Now I hit the place G.C. in the cut
See a flyne dame tryna make it misty in her skirt
Bizzare
is super awkward
Yeah
Feel free to suspend your disbelief
As I'm suspended a thousand feet in the air by my feet
But passerby's think a man is flying
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
built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
See y'all niggas
Hit
are my own
Who am I but a man who had dreams
Go to sleep six feet deep
And wake up with a self esteem that's lower than death
Lower than what? Lower
the boards on the window? Bitch
That's bando
Shout-out to my nigga Bando Bo in the bando
Shout-out to my boy Takeoff he
Was cooking them chickens but he
tryna hit a nigga jay
She be on my nuts, bro, I don't be tryna hit A nigga bae
These hoes be some groupies, I be busting bitches' bike stage
You thought
feet in, okay
Wake up one day and the Earth is covered in wildflowers
Might do us good to share the air and take some Nile showers
I've contemplated my
Benz
Imma take yo shit and dip, fuck borrow or lend
I been working in the field only here to see wins
This is really how i live ion gotta pretend
My
Never turn back on my bros (No!)
Melo Jay I got the code (Aye!)
Melo Jay call me the goat (Yeah!)
Money as fast as a lighting bolt
Dont carry cash I keep
I said bruh
I'm on my way
I need that money
I need dat pay
Da paparazzi
Dey shooting jays
Its a photo shoot
Every single day
I said bruh
I'm on my
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
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