Lyrics:
hoe? Who didn’t know
I'm a Indigo nino, Indigo Child my 3rd eye open wide
Sean Paul when I give you the light, Céline Dion - All By Myself
Don't need no
law, motherfucker
We don't live by the law, motherfucker
Now mi make me roll it
Now mi make me roll it
Mister officer
Now mi make me smoke it
Now mi make
a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in
gon' do?
Im coming up flying high like Jet Blue!
Aye!
Crush the loud up
We call it grinding!
Getting so lit, got her unwinding!
Make it clap, Sean Paul
like Sean Paul, in it for the long haul, a wizard like John Wall with it
Your tough love gave her a black eye but it's covered up so good you'd think
deceivable
Believe it's true
When you say you clap gats
That's unbelievable
No one believing you, you never shot shit
I'll pop and make you shit on yourself
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-Marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from
Nobody's untouchable
Somebody gon getcha
Nobody's untouchable
You got a wish, do ya?
Nobody's untouchable, Am I making it personal
Feel like I should make
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
napkins cleaning her face
Twenty four k wrapped around her plate
Yeah
Woah
Smelling like Creed Apollo
I’m killing these niggas like Drago
She make it clap I
ovation, I clap cheeks, yeah
Now she wanna ride with the big dawgs
Stay by my hip like my clip, y'all
She love to assist like she Chris Paul
Came running my
it, toss it like salad
Not Sean Paul, not 21 Savage
Like scroungy, Harry Belafonte
Pretty with no ass like Ariana Grande
I love it when my niggas
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way--dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside--now hear
a gang of Jackie's chicken in they mouth (stop it)
Anton and Sean pitching a fit
'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a Henny blunt and won't pass the shit
people, this is a party
It don't get broke up by the tsunami
It ain't nothin' like new money
I been been been smokin' loud
'Fore they started makin' blue
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
Your hand shake so much it shows up
different
I'm young and I'm gifted
I see the money vivid
I see the money vivid gotta keep distance
From you your mans it don't make no difference
Niggas is
on my dear
I make it rain
Rack city man im living by the beach
I love your girl cause she sucks me like a leech
Black heelies move fast on feet
in a jail trip
This ain't Logan Paul, I been fighting real shit
I could tell you bout it, make your face look like you smelled shit
Troops keep their
objective
I don't wanna hear your talking whore
Rap dvd your mind rejected like walk past an open door
Make fake shots you don't know what's a goal
Or how
gun grippin
Madstaxx
I'm gun grippin
Make sure they hear you
Root to my mama, I'm focused, I stay arm's length
Best place to reach it for you in
he blagged
They pulled into a lay-by and started getting busy
He ripped off her pants and covered her in c*nt jizzy
She said to him, "you really make
uh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
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