Lyrics:
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took
love me
With my brothers, smoking tree
Beat was made by Big Gucci
And my flow is so damn clean
Got them saying, he's fourteen
But his voice is so damn
fucking feelings
feelings
fuckin feelings
feelings
look what ye taught me
uh-hu
look what ye taught me
trill daddyy
my big brother was biggs brother
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your
brother was 17 when he had a kid
Thankful for my nephew cause now he livin big
It was freshman year when I lost my brother Dylan
Shit left me so cold you
me, so fuck all y'all demands
I pick my friend's carefully, and no they ain't bought
they do say we friends cuz they got paid by my Mom
Nah them bitches
the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp in distress
I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death
Since November, I've been buyin'
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
of the biggest earners
See you tried to wind me up it was getting tekky
I was watching Youtube, Remix to Keisha and Becky
Even tried to trick me and go for
I'ma make a pop album when y'all get bored
Then I'll make a dance hit, have ‘em hit the floor
cin't no limit on me, you can't hold me back
Not in for
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
out to my moms, man
My dad, my sister, my brothers
My lady, my lady, my lady, my kids
Man, thank you to my brother that gave me his laptop when I was
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
flies by I have prayed to prolong
Time flies by I have prayed to prolong it
I don't want to here u tell me right and what Wrong is
Let's just appreciate
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
Brothers respect me like sheba, they label me the, street diva
Mama mia skilled with the heater
My dumb hoe beaters, my right and left
Got them gum poppin',
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
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