Lyrics:
ay put him in a deep hearse
ay beneath earth
ay put him on a t shirt
ay pree first
ay smoke a little refer
Got no problem for the killing
got some
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
nigga the plug with no cord USB
I had this dream in 2016
And I'm tryna get houses in front of the beach
I'm tryna get it by any means
I aint with all that
shoes like brother can,
It won't be long 'til I can do it too.
'Tho I'm just learnin' how,
I have no problem now,
My velcro shoes will do just fine,
Listen im'o show you how to compete
Widen your mind and I’ll show you what’s fleek
Ooh
Ooh
I could hit this beat with my shoes tied yeah
Shirt over my face
my pants my shoes my shirt
Somehow still I make it work
I'm just tryna make it work
Steady working nine to fives
Miss being by my daughters side
My
a problem, put it on me[00:24.24]When you got a problem, put it on me[00:25.94]Put it on me, just put it on me[00:30.25]I did wrong[00:31.15]Feelin them
On My Classics
Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin
Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics
Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm
Got a black heart made of crystal
But you made it chrome
You can't get no sympathy you left me lonely
If you live alone then you gon' die alone
the struggle
I remember the shine
I remember they faces when they saw me shine
N**** I remember everything
Outside with no shirt (I remember n****)
Talked
Sippin on the Henny we be vibin
We don't spend a penny leave you dyin
Zipped up like Kenny on a Friday
You want problems I got plenty leave you dyin
Niggas
here, positions we got none
Come around and I make the boyfriends nervous
No shirt, no shoes, but I still get serviced
Girl, I'm what momma warned you
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
Bitch I m riding on my own and if I crash I will say I had real ones by my side
And I will say that I was the problem on my own
Walk in my shoes
no water
Only pumping Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made it where chickenheads
Can't pronounce my shoes
I got head, but
on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag
Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci
tiie dye t-shirt
You’re not complicated
I’m elated
Light and get faded
Like your tie dye t-shirt
She says to give it up
(Like the problems you
your face, face
I come from flyness, I'm fly as a pilot
No style, style just comes to me
'Cause if the shirt match the shoes
And the shoes match
rep Queens, never seen with them filthy women
I rock shoes you never feel, but still
I'm a problem, been on bedrest, Deck is ill
Bottom line watchin'
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
that nigga
Take my thirty eight special and red shirt that nigga
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that
really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that
on
Supposed to be on, but timing is everything
So I'm working hard till I got on
I put that shit on, cause it was them days when I had Nothing,
No shoes and no
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