Lyrics:
Plus 99 by Shani Divine
Drop a pin, fuck it, I’m pullin’ up, (I’m pullin up)
I know you got a girl but frankly I don’t give a fuck, (Huh!)
Two
I'on give fuck bout the fuck shit
All you wanna talk about is fuck shit
All I wanna do is make a buck biiiiitch
I'm the type of nig you wanna fuck
got no radar and I’m caught in your rain
I’m feelin’ like a shipwreck on the ocean floor
Think I’m good enough but you still want still want more
Bans
Think you're cool who you fool with that game plan
Who you fool with the money you ain't making
Woo and I'm making the beats
This that funky ass
Don’t save me
I Took a point in the bathroom
Smoke a joint in my classroom
Inhale like a vacuum
These days I’m too lazy
Take a trip to the moon
Now
Blackout
Martin had dream
Malcom has a vision
I’m tryna paint the seas on my wall
I’m framing pictures
Lost
Without a mission
Travel wit
it you
(yeah)
Never tho (never tho)
Now that I'm back and I'm better tho (better tho)
I got the keys and the antidote
All of this straight out of my
Remember I was broke with my brothers (With my brothers)
Now I’m gettin’ money with my brothers (I’m getting money yea)
I’ll do anything for my brothers
I
Am not the type of ni**a that’ll ever settle/
Boy it’s rules to this sh*t/
You gone understand how you need to move with this sh*t/
Ain’t no hobby, I’m
I been trippin,
I don’t know what sinning is,
They say my life n dat shit,
Be a synonym
I’m a victim man
They say to take some Ritalin
I
nigguhs everyday)
So claim that your loyal but there one think I noticed
I’m the background and it’s half time but I keep it loading
Some people already
Sprees,
Hong Kong,
To Japanese,
In Euro,
Even China To,
I’m Turning up,
For Me & You
Ride Dat,
We Turning Up,
Way Up
Turn Me, Turn Me,
Turn Me
Way Up
Way
hot...
I'm riding with sum Bitches in this new whip...
I'm changing how I'm trappin pistols pop quick...
I'm Making fucking racks from this muzik...
CAN'T FIGHT THE FEELING TO LOVE
THINK I'M ADDICTED LIKE DRUG
WHEN I'M ALONE I BE FEININ
MAN THESE WITHDRAWLS THEY LIKE DEMONS TO FIGHT
DAVID
J’ai pas d’mal à dire "je t’aime"
J’le dis juste pas souvent
Les mêmes regrets qui m’embêtent
Au fil du temps j’oublie c’est comment
Pour faire comme
it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I'm too hot
all vain but I’m dope, cocaine
Spit hot flame, bouta blow, propane
Jump in ya face wit a gun runaway
Time and a place it’ll come some day
I gotta pray,
like nickel ou
Racks in my pocket like pistol
I oot and I box like I’m klitchsko ou
I’m changing my drip like a ditto ou
Yo shawty left my room
like June, I’ll be famous real soon
Check it, I’ve been getting bread check the expiration
Keep a grudge till I’m dead, check the dedication
No
(Uh)
And Cheffy' talkin’ business I ain’t doin’ it for clout (Uh)
This how I feel right now I’m too sauced up I can’t turn down (Down)
Right now I can’t
The first day of the rest of my life
Stressed but I’m destined to thrive
Pessimistic as the seconds arrive
And disappear without a effort
Like my
Ohhh no need no love I’m just looking for the passion
No need no rush I just need the satisfaction
And I can tell that you’re ready for the action
est
On prend quelques rre-ve
On s’envole comme Seya
Au sommet de la tour on va devoir s’assoir
Fuck how these young negga feel
I’m a king
I'm really serious about this shit bro/ I get the mic and then I let the flows go/ I'm very curious about the music biz(ness) But I don't really
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