Lyrics:
here writing till like 4 a.m.
Tell me, what you listening to?
I got a song that'll lighten up the mood
So how bout' you?
I'm dipping in my genre pool
I
on the air in 5, 4, 3,
DEVIN:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, as you can see there’s no need for a formal introduction tonight with our guest, Charlotte
You can't look me in my eyes and tell me this aint the real me
Got money on my mind niggas droppin bags tryna kill me
Ima suit up for the drill
won't last you
I was down bad still didn't ask for you
Couldn't see the love so I had to
I got no hate in my heart only bitches do
I leave them clueless
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
or hip hop
Or like drinks in the club, notifications at the top
I go pop like corn, Cos I Dey cock my gun
I Dey for the ones I love Omo na Turn by turn
booty love the Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come
rockin this division by melanin moors condition
This aint no competition, love and unity is our mission
I thank my parents and Universe for being born
Im
the dub
Sweet bang thug love in the middle of a club
After that, I'm still looking for mo'
I need a bitch, I need a hoe, I need a 3-0-4
[Chorus]
Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my wrist got me blinded
girl didn't even like bitches
I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga
Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
with Drake so we could fix the madness
Time for the real niggas just to really cash in
Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states
Everyday the net
go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol
Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball
Dance to the music, watch it party pooper
Yeah, you
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
touch down
She said I'm to much how
Do you know my naaaaaaaaaameee?
4 doors down I'm stressin out on love
I don't know how I got in this club
Pocket
speakin' again
I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave, it was pain
But at least you get to weep in the Range
Sometimes I don't see my daughter for
we're taking what is owed us like debt collection
Well I
Patrol the streets in the late PM
Avoiding sleep like a schoolkid on the weekend
My weakness is
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and things like to hang outside and cuss for kicks
Talking to no one in particular, they say,
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and things like to hang outside and cuss for kicks
Talking to no one in particular, they say,
We been reaching for the stars all our life
Ain't got a money counter so we count it four times
I don't trust too many so I keep it by my side though
producing slaps from both sides
I'll make my home in this game we call entertainment
Drop a little EP for a down payment
Growing up I never said that I want
and smoking, I was fucking up my health, oh yeah
I was going through so much pain, didn't ask for help, I was going insane
I done isolated myself in my house
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