Lyrics:
yeh
I bet this shit be banging....yeah
Listen up yah
Say when we pull up inda party
Omo we acting bad
Omo we acting bad
And we don’t play by the rules
there
If she carry
Then I go hit am till the am
She dey gum body
Then we dey gum body
Now We dey do our tin
Bros ogini
There's no cheese
Then
you'd best not miss
As we go a little somethin' like dis (Hit it)
Come on!
Aha (As we go a little somethin like dis)
Yeahh the crowd rocks in
a care on my face
Shawty on the back- like a runaway
Chilling with my friends like we celebra-tin
Cus we don't need a lot to get together
Them day ones
convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car
Like cowboys do in TV land
convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car
Like cowboys do in TV land
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
better start digging down with your pail of tin
I got shat on by an eagle, baby
Now I'm king of the neighborhoodm and it feels like I could
Just peel
day, all night party They all wanna trappin like me
Người thật việc thật bọn tao làm nó cả ngày Chốt đơn thường xuyên cầm về chia với cả bầy
Hợp đồng
on my grind slow mode
But my face no show wan to damo uuh uh
I no wan do bad thing if na post na more casting
Tiba tin we oshe 2: 30
No be juju na by
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
yourself
Free yourself yeah
We living in hell yeah
We living in hell right now
Fake like a wrestler
Girl I don’t know who you are
You ain’t had to take it
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars||Well, we don't got fame|No name in lights|No billboard hits|No sold out
with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
'on't want it, you ain't really ready
You must think I'm lyin'
I got some niggas in this bitch that
Got some niggas in this bitch
Mean muggin' like we
day on my 'gram
Even saw her on my TikTok
Liking all my tins (Ay)
He's already down, He's already out
Must have said it all, His luck ran out
I ain't
Chasing da pussy get played like fiddle
Over yo head like money in da middle
Hooky remix but i changed it a little
She hand out a test n she made me
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