Lyrics:
leave in the Royce
This is a game, can't play with y'all boys
We not the same, you ain't making noise
Fuck is you saying, Cole be the boy
Find me out
Shawty that throat is a demon
Built like a demon
Poppin her pill
Told that bitch baby
Don't pop it lil seal
Lookin at me; yeah she pop it so slow
Told that
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
You hip like MK, hood like Mary J, pretty as Lisa Raye
Baby, can we play?
I call you lemon drop 'cause you look so sweet
Gon' pop what you got baby,
hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs Lil Pump
She knows I'm the boss
You're fired call me Donald Trump
Fired
Yeah switch up the shit, nah
moms is fuckin' one of his homies (thot)
And he heard niggas sayin' they was gon' kill his mother
If she alive when they come home, they should still
Big Daddy Kane
Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em
Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G
When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me
niggas, ask your chick I bet she know what's up
Wrote this rap while smoking Black and Mild, bumping Doja Cat (Lemme get sum)
And J. Cole, saying "no role
in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gon' play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship, holly temple, synagogue,
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
sum room on da forbes list
Iced out begets is da dream
N im goin
Freaked out lil bih yea she goin
Imma pop it
Load da clip n cock it
Fire up da bouquet
no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo!
(Migo)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a
Boy will
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
shit can pop off (pop off, pop off, pop off, pop off)
My girl wit it, she gon' pop off
In the Jeep the doors & top off
In the street balling like hot
even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doing time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your
Father face
on bercardi tryna get lit with you
We been getting too high, let the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Girl let me give you my sweatshirt
her in my room
And I'm thinking of the best way to kick her out, it's Cole
'Cause all she ever talks about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about
not gon call cops, we all pop
Scar shots give you bold spots
Like near the ointment
Now, who use Head & Shoulders
When their hair dirty?
Alright, well
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
champagne
Like R.I.P.
Pardon me
This shit a part of me
Probably be the next KID
K, I be
Influenced by J.I.D.
Kenny, Cole, Soul, and the shit I've seen
Know
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