Lyrics:
I'll see
I'm smoking pack while you smoke weed
Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
1738, Zoovier, Zoovie
(Protege Beatz)
Oh-ya, oh-ya
Yeah, I think I'm in love, yeah, I think I'm in love, yeah
And I be making love to the money
They wanna fuck my bitch 'cause she fly as a Frisbee (as a Frisbee)
I stuffed that pussy with a broom like a witch (what ya tell 'em?)
Yahhh, I'm
I swear to God I rep Chicago
I feel like I'm a bed but I'm a Leo
So I lean those, I sell blocks
I rep the block but I rep the whole world
Chicago
the ladder later
'Less you try and put your back on me then I'ma take it
What is this, macchiato I'm tasting?
Caffeinated your body, I swear that y'all only
I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your poster baby
Confess your sins to me while you masturbate
Shepard [?], oh baby, like I'm your master babe
This
all
'Bout to hit up Marty Baller
Tell that nigga bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feelin' like I am the boss
Yeah I'm driving the Porsche
I
you want you never know when you gon' die
Maybe, maybe I'm just like
Everything is purple, I see purple in the sky
I got purple in my cup and I smoke
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I'm numb
I'm the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum
Plus the 151 I'mma get you stupid doo doo dumb
and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Caruchi
Easy sex, she got
nerves
Just let me live
All that negative energy
I ain't tryna hear it
I'm tryna live good
Tryna get fat
You tryna argue
I'm tryna get racks
I'm
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
That money gave him power and a bigger ego
I'm in a Thunderbird, I'm slidin' wit' my Desert Eagle
Yo,
them titties (yeah)
New Ferrari's and Bentley's (yeah)
I'm all night like Denny's (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
3 way
3 way
3 way
Migo
3 way
Quavo!
I'm attached to the stacks
Still having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap
a runaway slave
Get your king popped, MJ, I'm dangerous, keep away
The doctors say what an odd autopsy
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
me lone
I said leave me lone, leave me lone
Leave me lone, leave me lone, leave me lone
Leave me lone, leave me lone, leave me lone
I'm
snakes
I'm a trap star, real boss nigga
I don't chase hoes, yeah I buy bitches
Bought a Bentley truck, like you rap niggas
Not off rap money, I'm
Well, I'm a king bee
Buzzing around your hive
Well, I'm a king bee
Buzzing around your hive
Well, I can make honey baby
Let me come inside
cool)
I feel like I'm the Messiah, a rebirth of creatures who bowing to the most high
They knees hurt from praying to the whats his face, begging
that makes me feel like I feel when I'm with you
When I'm alone with you
I want a new drug, one that won't spill
One that don't cost too much
and some of them we wish we never knew
Home boys
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking and mixing and fixing the sauces and I'll call you back
Running around
cals
Dancin', movin', shakin', groovin'
So fuck what my trainer say
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna
to the hole
I take it to the hole, red... I'm aggressive
Ahead, long dues to play chess with
I roll with the best click flow so impressive
Shots
Oh, it's daddy, daddy, daddy, it's daddy, daddy, all the time.
Lord, that's daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time.
If I'm awake or if I'm
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