Lyrics:
rape the tape, drop along in interstate
Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
am and where I come from
I don't want no problems
But if you wanna start one
Beat your ass till I solve it
Try to stomach this
I've felt pain since
was a leacher
He didn’t want to treat her
You’re catting for a feature
So put me on your t-shirt
But I am not the one sis
To find out where you’re
eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag
Alright (alright)
eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag
Alright (alright)
on YouTube
I don’t need a grammy I just want my hunnids blue
I be around some shooters that would kill you for some shoes
All Alone by myself catching plays
the rack suit, Hazmat
Suitcase full of brass tacks
Job interview might coulda had a laugh track
Must've smelled a rat, or the Gorilla Glue
Cheap shoes
Either
to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna
by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna
to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna
Ok so im so fresh
My shoes my shirt
My mask my hat
It match ok so im
So fresh my whip
My tint my crib
Pay rent september
Ok so ok so im so
Fresh ok
I think it's gotta be formal
But how would I run from them if I'm dressed in shirt and shoes
Trappers problems think twice about the life that you
driven when I'm one in the hole
I'm at my best
Feeling like I'm Tiger
In my red shirt
No time for stressing
When I'm under pressure
Get tha bread first
disappear
Never reappear
Don't David Blame me
I lost connections
No wifi, No Signal
The holes in my shirt just know what I been through
The pen on the page
When I first counted up 100 man I really couldn’t tie my shoes
Everybody call me young thug when I’m in the club just pass me the hookah
Jacket is
the man ain't you
Shirt and my shoes i think they cost a grand or two
What how my homies they come and they handle you
Me and Immute just pulled up in
can we stand by, oh
No longer can we stand by, oh
No longer can we stand by, oh
(Fuck 12 n*gga)
Forever
Can’t nobody save me
Sick of talking 'bout this
blackout, lose my shit
No shoes no shirt no fucks to give
And if I wake up ima do it again
No shoes no shirt no fucks to give
I remember the days when we
yourself a hat,shirt
A hoodie, or a mask
I know people in them industries
Just look me up and ask
Shoutout Tray and Kenny
Shoutout Miray, Jetta
Shoutout JD,
lil' one I ain't had nothin'
Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin'
I know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it
Distance
come
Yeah, flooded with these jewels
I taste her honey, Winnie Pooh
I spilled the syrup on my shirt
I'm tryna pour it in the juice (let's go)
Yeah,
I call that getting swindled and tricked, yeah
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's really dough
And having the same one as six
got a problem come my way don't take that exit nigga it's a one way,
We can size up feet and get to stomping,
cint no steady backing down case I'm
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
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