Lyrics:
people for bustop
Day time na to hustle
For night na to bubble
Taba na'wo tan
Next morning na back to hustle
Some times it's hard
Just to get by
can be your man
Or we can keep it cool
fuck every now and then,
Uuuhhh you da woman,
I'm the man ,
cnd I could tell by your body language you just
like a butterfly outta cocoon
He say im looney i lost all my since be quiet li baby just vibe to the tune
Move me all in the mixture
I use my pass
because im alice.
& im the flyest bitch,
Cause i got hella talents.
You can be the don,
But i black on beats like don-da.
Ima be on the top FOREVER,
stop acting like a baby all you niggas crying
Why ain't you put in time so you can get a spotlight For you to shine
In my mind I'm like you could do it
alignment
Shades on my face; and I flooded the timing
Cuban the link; right on top of some diamonds
I got that crown; sat it down on da noggin
I'm not
And my baby at d side counting cheeze
Yeah
U know we no regular
TjMax doing
Da circular
We b living with ma niggas
With de formula
We be living in d
come to the area
My Brothers they repping the postcode
We see em
My shooters go loco
We Count up the bands
When we stuck in da crib
She come to my
but my homie got her chilling
Yeah I peeped the vibes but I kept it cool cause I ain't with the gimmicks
But a nigga think I'm plotting now he in his
where I learned the principles
I live by, whether they were cool or unaccepted
To my youngins don’t be out there moving young and reckless
(Hook 3)
Subtracting hoes by the dozen if they dont see da-vision
Got this money on my mind & that's the only mission
My Wave melodic like Rod, bitches love
baby look fancy
I'll be where the cash be
Sci-fi, WiFi
Livin' for the high highs
Pressure through the slopes
Y'all just cope, I just ta da
(RAWR RAWR
my Uzi
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
Then I put my gang on
Now we finna make a movie
Ten bad bitches in a Jacuzzi
They say Cool, you
music is confessions, I'll be watching how I'm stepping
In this life that I live, making it do what it do
Or it is what it is, baby
This life we live, oh
I GUESS IM FINALLY THAT NIGGA
WELL IM LOOKING LIKE IT, AT LEAST
I USED TO WANNA BE LIKE THE COOL KIDS
NOW THEM NIGGAS TRYNA GET IT LIKE ME
I WANTED
Hey, sista, whacha gon' do
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman when they
line, Bentleys Lams and Hummers
Benz, Lex cool but we on some other shit
Helecopters and jets is what I'm talkin bout bitch
Young nigga surrounded by ice
were my one and onlyyyy
You were my one and onlyyyy
You still be having my heart baby girl that's true
Really don't matter, but all I want is you
You
O-H-10 in this motherfucker what they
Thought it was man? Used to?
Fuck that we still get it in
Ohio baby! Machine gun Kells! MGK what up!
Midwest
just keepin it cool playing with the big tools
Make if you can even walk a mile in my shoes
Make me sacrifice it s no lies I only speak the truth
Rock the boat, baby
Breiti, rock it
Check it out
Andy, come on
Check it out, loser
Beat! Kick to the Beat!
Trini!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, cool man
Rock
And in my bank account I got a cool mill
I'm bout to hit yo momma nigga startin 2 hit yo daughter nigga
Taught 2 be a soliider nigga head above the water
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