Lyrics:
parents fairly odd parents
You gon' really get a bitch, find a bitch beat up
Odd parents fairly odd parents
Blunts and drinks only rowdy things
Odd parents
to mix award shows with Hennessey
Point a finger, that's three fingers back in your direction
Sometimes you gotta take a L or two to learn a lesson
I
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
been awake in a week
Pop me an addy so I get a boost
I am one and he is number two
I just spent twenty bands on these shoes
Only take dubs and you only
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
I can tell
That you loving the vibe
Yeah I'm loving you
Yeah I'm loving you
All by myself
In this jam packed room
In my right eye
I see you
It's knowing you
Great
Cause they only gone hate
When it's necessary
She coming with me
Cause I'm necessary
Peep the way I finesseessary
If you
dodging the D's and banging out with the opps
Just listen
I use to post by them buildings to get my money up (Yup)
My momma use to say baby boy you ain't
the wind to pickup You'll see me drifting on by
Turn the bass up mix it right with The treble
Burn the herb tonite cuz up goes The level
Yearn to reach new
dodging the D's and banging out with the opps
Listen
I use to post by them buildings to get my money up
My momma use to say baby boy you ain't had enough
you fall off the horse
Make my voice sound hoarse
Bring that ass here miss
Get her done
Like a chore
SFL white boy
Yeah I live by the shore
And I know
a little older started heading to the courts
Even when I wore my pants I was wearing shorts
If only I was making music then
And recording
I like to mix it up
and fly
Mox and Gucc right by my side
Dirty money need sanitize
She gon' leave, no I won't let her
Supreme the fit, only wear heather
Call me Bond, how I'm
on the lake. We give our hearts to those who break it, I guess we're loving by mistake. And I know that's it hurting you because it's hurting me knowing that we
I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking hella slick, picking up these girls
Style hella sick, treat em like they’re pearls
Headed to the club
Rolling hills and summer storms set the scene I know how you feel
Cloudy skies and 30 degrees how is that true or am I thinking of you
Whatever mix
Say P, man the other day foolin' at the club
Mane wit this broad or whateva
I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva
You know what I'm
Burn one of you fuck niggas like STD, yeah that strap on me
No GPS, you DND, no iCloud, that's FED
Only time you seen a house like mine was a AirBnB
Uhhhh huuuh
I like the way you bounce
Nah you no ain't no kitten
Tell by the way you pounce
Yeah you got that look in your eye
Tell me your
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
me, extraordinary currency
You know I don't come from money
The only thing I got is when you're calling me funny
But then again you like it, when I'm
off by the light
Being in the hood, simple mood
Start up on the bottom, down below
You all crows, domestic
Violence in doors
I got the dope, I got
you doin'?
(What you doin'?)
Gettin' to it (Gettin' to it)
Pull up to the club
It's time to make a movie
(Time to make a movie)
Water on my neck, it
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