WTF (feat. RockstArmani)

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Csre

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Gotta wake up and get to the money
Gotta wake up and get to the money
Gotta wake up and get to the money
Gotta wake up and get to the money
Gotta wake up and get to the money
Gotta wake up and get to the money
Uh she just seen my pockets
She said papi lemme hold summin
Met up with my slimes
He just left my nose running
I rock Balenciaga boots just in case I step all on something
Nigga did his background check on my motherfucking life
He think he know something
Nah bitch I don't know nothing
V-A-M-P-R-E-N
Bitch I go that's on my momma
I got killers that will rob your shit
Yeah they some store runners
I'm on blast off, take off foreign shit
Getting paper like hole punchers
Uh who the f*ck that started this
ROCKSTAR
What the f*ck nigga
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck nigga
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck nigga
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck nigga
She said who is this
Oh it's that little fool again
This might be C's flow
He finna make me cool again
5 by 5 by 5
I'm finna turn that shit to a 10
You is not that guy
You not a king
Not even a prince
Rappin on this beat
Feel like I'm in Detroit, Michigan
But I'm from Dallas nigga
Hood citizen
You wanna drive that car
Let me spin that benz
Uh you can't say rock without star
yeah it's me again
I'm just going in
For the team
I'm just going in
Make your bitch scream
Make your bitch scream
Gave a dick I made her sing
When I'm out I wear different types of clothing
Yeah I made her sing
Yeah my fashion old as hell
Like the browser bing
This shit got me turned up
What the f*ck you mean
Hey come and get your hoe
She stay on my polo box
Don't play about my brother
I'm like batman he like robin
She reaching preaching bitch
Why you all up in my pockets
A lil freak sadiddy bitch
I might take off like a rocket
Niggas hoes love to watch me
With they military optics
Hating on that nigga pockets
She be childish nigga stop it
Hey it's Mr. Panty dropper
Big dawg something like my papas
A South Houston nigga
Blow O's still say f*ck that coppas
Hot bologna sandwiches
I take that hoe to shrimp and pasta
Yo hoe a imposter
I pick on her like lockers
She thick from head to toe
She look good in them fucking robins
You think it's not your hoe
It's her parents, she like Mary Poppins
What the f*ck you nigga
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck you nigga
Hey man stop playing with me
Like you think I'm one of these different niggas
I really slap the shit out you hoe ass niggas
Look 5 that's 4L
Don't ask me you can tell the smell
Money I like rubber bands
Bitch go get your other man
I treat her like the chicken spot
I thank of her I come again
Cs you hit that hoe again
Shit man that shit depends
She want the boy that's known to do extra
These niggas fiend for hoes for extra
The front end be my coldest section
On Melrose gave that hoe a blessing
The route didn't look so good
Till I bent it
Now a cold reception
I put three times your rent
And a cent on my coldest necklace
VIP yo hoe I'm Aaron
She ain't see niggas in paris
Placing that shit often
Man I understand why your ass staring
Man I wake up and get to the money
Niggas is funny
Try to play around with the game
You know them niggas go dummy
And that be the problem
When niggas know I ain't gonna be punting
I tell them niggas offside
you know that the gang be stunting

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