Lyrics:
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By wearing
a box or a tray, keep your head on the plate
I don't care this is where you should be
Come in pain or in joy
As a girl, as a boy
In a bag or a trunk
Breakdance, shell-toe-Adidas and leather-hat-wearin
Now the girls was starin and the props was ffffat
Now at the parties when the bass would pound out
macchiavelli
So no
I've got to refuse the request
To go to barfest and get wrecked
Too many good girls out of their heads
They YOLO then they realise that their
'Cause imma fly you to the motherland
You on a fire but im a pyro
We smoking shisha out in Cairo
You the type of girl to make me wanna convert
Break my
Cannot be chilling
I gotta keep the momentum
I gotta keep on goin
Just know that I got to get the fuck out this prison
I gotta get the fuck outta
it twice - we not Sharin -
Pretty face she got Cake - duh I’m staring
I Need a slice. Girl u kno what u Wearin
Break her Back til it Ain’t No
ain't tryna eat
Get out my plate
10.5 100
Bro I run this state
Your objection, invalid
Ain't tryna debate
They see me on the come up and they all
on to the key
This cage about to break and animals are bound to set free
The show is over
Better clear out the scene
I swear you're not about to like what you see
I had to sit down for this one
We got a lot to talk about
Come on
Weed money and envy
Survived on green like a herbivore
I know the devils been
know when I go pull this bitch out
You niggas better run
Run for your fuckin' life
Times when I was down
So I started stayin' up at night
Stayed away
grade
Thought I was a disgrace
Imma get this shit straight
I'm a fuckin' GOAT cause I let my diction dictate
And your girl a hoe cause
All she does is
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
My body is a monster driven insane
My heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
We spend our lives in a box
Running laps on a treadmill
Going nowhere fast
Break fast on a good meal
Knowing that this could be the last
Ashing a big bag
Super sized
With a hit of dab
could call it the swine flow
Box hataz, on my coner got Wyclef
I push your mind right cause I don't throw no weak left
Every hit is a knock out punch
came
had gun in his lens
Bitches trippin they b fresh asl on IG not they kids
My Niggas fancy pay KB to do the hit up out the Benz
I can't lie before this
or better
Real nigga shit I'm a live for forever
He jump out his body we put him together
This glock got no picks we want smoke with whoever
She tryna fuck
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
smoking this dank
If I'm not with my bruddas I feel out of place
I'm trapped in my mind I just wanna escape
Making plays had to drive outta state
My time is
load
And nobody know that where this might go
Take you out the jet thats just like Michael
Aint nobody know that where this might go
You already know how
scene
We could live it out and um
Go crazy, grab ya hair, pull it out
Callin’ girls bitches to they face
Outta this world, illest nigga in space
Money
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
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