Lyrics:
stops under the sun
And they all go marching up to the house
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The toes go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
Yeah
They wanna play me like a fiddle, man
All plugs, no middleman
Outta pocket, I'ma get it in
Multiplyin' my dividends
Run it up, run it up, run
a golden kind of lady
She really brings the heat
She really brings the heat
And sometimes she calls me baby
And it's fine by me
And it's fine by me
Get up up
(Bandland Baby)
I been grindin’ all my life
Just dreamin’ bout livin’ that life
Where we ain’t gotta struggle or do wrong to live right
Run it up
the block see what up that was everyday
By the way they tryna hate I'm out of state
bullshit is goin' down (Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Will the circle be
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
Yeah, ayy, ayy
This how we do, nigga
It's GA, nigga
Georgia stand the fuck up, nigga (you already know what is, nigga)
Ayy, y'all ready?
Ayy,
mil' cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin'
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it's nothin'
I hang with the demons, they don't play by
people like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
Don't give it up, don't give it up
Don't give it up, don't give it up
I was like, yeah
By a thread, by a thread
Allllll this life has meant to Meeee
Is cars and diamond rings
By twenty four years old
Im tryna have it allll
By twenty four years old
Tryna have 24
Noodles n balony stomach still hungry praying getting by
Watching time fly junkys getting high harry up n buy
Niggaz meeting quotas just to stay fly
That girl wanna give it up, right there
That girl wanna give it up, right there
That girl wanna give it up to Pharrell
That girl wanna give it up
After dark
System up with the top down
Got the city on the lock down
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
2020 I will blow it up
But I was quarantining blame the Corona
Wish I could fly
Go up so high
Go up so high
Watch the days go by
Watch the days go by
don't you dare mess up my reign
That ain't fine by me
Fine by me, that ain't fine by me
Fine by me, that ain't fine by me
That ain't fine by me, that
to let you know
I had a crush on you ever since cold crush, you know what
You probly think I’ll try to keep you hold up but hold up
I’m tryna make this
on you
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait
No time to hesitate
Those who run seem to have all the fun
I'm caught up
I don't know what to do
Warning
The following content is rated PG 21 VL
Vylenz
Enjoy
Huhahahaha
Yeah
I'm in a foul mood
Somebody gon' get beat up
Somebody gon' get beat up
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