Lyrics:
Irving, raised with two brothers by a single mother
Looking out for one another
Working just be discovered
Not a fighter I’m a lover man, but I gotta get it
(Chorus)
Night lights in the city lights
I'm not the type to get distracted by the sight
Today I had to kiss myself when I woke up
I just felt too
Ladies and gentlemen
It's time to test the spirit bomb
In the trap with the press (trap, trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my
niggas for the gang, we press shit
Touch one of mines, then the wolves gon' stretch him
Six-pack or get whacked two times for the section
I'm on the road,
limitations!
Everybody knows the two finger rule where you press the fingers
My ass already hurts
Two fingers below the calf, when flexed
It requires long socks!
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
try
Twenty one years go by, I feel it in my bones
Roads
And we do each day, mess around press replay
Catch twenty-two coming cause the numbers still
just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you
Chorus: x2
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i hope you here me now in god we trust
even all
Dressed to impress girl
Now watch me throw on my fit
Press the red button honey
Im'a blow up the kids like I'm head hunting
So come get destroyed by
to explode
It always got me on ten, and start the countdown
3, 2, 1, GO!
We started sprinting from the start and kept the show running
Let shady gossip pass
Like shopping aisles
And wedding aisles
Pull it up respect my files and
Press play digest my Sounds Fam
I'm Glowing up like
Ben TEN THOUSAND
I'm tryna
stand on 10 toes,press X to get it skeptical
I find you im picking up a charge like it's electrical
And break you down to protons like we talkin
still a 10 when we fucking nigga. And she like:
Y u thug me like dat? I swear 2 GOD I don't mean 2, sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [x4]
Now
Oooooo oh yea
Hey
I've got so much to say
I know I've came so far
You understand my swag
Then you should look up in the stars,
The stars [x3]
[Kid
Hehehehe
Special sound
Hehehe
O2 with the banger
Ten bottles
Ten bottles
One azul
Ten bottles
Ten bottles
Ten bottles
One azul
Ten bottles
Grace without work
the making no time to wait
Ten seconds left
Ball in my hands
The countdown is real time can't be kept
Ice in my veins
Disrespect my name
Three two one send you
my pick of movie stars
Sloppy sitcom uncles and rugged cartoon lumberjacks
The total package of scripted interactions
And I can't help falling for
Take a shot at the Excorcist then
X em out with these words
Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Big
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
But it's president (Georgia) Bush
[Repeat: x2]
We from a town where
I would never listen
A bunch of internet stars can't see, they eyes glued to the television
Live and direct, live and direct
Fuck is this shit?
by his side while droves of mistresses went by
The list was long and its members noteworthy
Spanning stars off the silver screen to Jackie’s own press
eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
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