Lyrics:
Always leave em wanting more
Khino with the Hoes and Snow
He got big dreams on the low (Ouu)
Conmansot on the decks
Turn a ship into a wreck
Yeah he posted
all in the friend zone
Shit
Kicking your face like a kickstand
Whip with that glick on my wrist
That's a big band
Shit
You can get hit like a hit man
dick is big as a log
Choke on my shit gargle it logic wow
Cancel me bitch can- era- era- era cancle
I'm canceled cause I fucked on your mom
I'm canceled
drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob me, just know your ass gon' die
They mad I'm
yall like glass
If your girl gave my number she could call it though
I show her how role like a baller yo
I been thinking bout the future real lunch
on your own
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda
Tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with BuckWindows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck,
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Sham's nine times ultra
Wu-tang (brrrat)
Herbs two times great (uh)
You heard of me, son (big up L.A.D.)
Four, six times ill
the Mac. American tack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, make it crack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
We stand among your war
Old fashion glass on the bar, frosted
Grizzled chin steps across the room, he's exhausted
He's halted, by an image unsettling
Panic ensues, in his
poor
Big horse, plus you walk like your salads been tossed
Smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold that's stolen
Straight haul off and smack
500 and the Big Tech
Your sports team comes here like a big wreck
Like a moving truck stuck under a bridge on Storrow Drive
Got the overpriced
tell your brother 'nem it's some opps in the house
We got chops in the couch
I mean, we got bops in the bouch
Huh, ooh
Wreck them bitches, we out
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
Ugh, colder than December, car out the shop
Big daddy did it again, like it or not
Pose for the camera, Snapchat
on this fucking tape
& you wouldn't even fucking care
Goddamn I'm on my shit
Can you see that shit
Put me in your story bitch
Watch me all across the room
I am human not barcode
I'm not that big lie that you thought of me
I have a name and destiny
Colors and choice of faith become
Reasons to wreck
house is haunted with tricks and ghosts
Three in the morning I want you in your bedroom staring in your mirror by the window
I promise it’s something
a gangster but cry when yo bitch a hoe
Your favorite movie is frozen, but you can't let it go (lett itt goooo)
Are you slow?
Didn't you know I wreck a flow
(You shot yourself)
Let me tell you how it works
You think your big brother's little bro is a jerk
So you strap up your clique 'cause you wanna get him
SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A DONKEY'S ASS UNTIL HE CAN'T COME ANYMORE!...
Hey-hey! haha! Not until you sing me your big hit record!... and I want to hear
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
big bad automag, toe tag
For that meet 'em bottomless I betta be glad
I got 'em this, straight, heated glass
Drag a ninja wit my pants saggin, gaggin
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
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