Lyrics:
I cash out like casino, I got money on me like Rio
Yeah, I collect that by my Vlone
Stack up the cheese handin' out them kilo's
Play boy mansion but
by a saw
If I got it, you don't, don't worry about the cost
I'm on a different level, higher than them other dudes
Brand power, so crazy, man, y'all
are
In the bedroom, she's a real movie star, she 'gon play the part
Win an Oscar from the foster home, once she shut out her own mother oh
She just 'gon
Hello, boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip
And this is my friend, Sammy the Salmon
Today we're gonna teach you some
Fun facts about salmon
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
to give you the message
He drop off the beat at your home
So let that white boy keep it moving with that music
Like somebody moving dope
Move that dope
Let
know
Are you a shy boy?
I'm by the stage, I get a look from a rock boy
He's got the shades on indoors like a rock boy
I'm sick and tired of them
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
hoes back home
I’m tired
Boy I'm tired
Boy I'm tired
Boy I'm tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
All the lies
Boy I’m tired
You belong to everybody can’t
It's second nature to walk home before the sun goes down
And put your keys between your knuckles when there's boys around
Isn't it funny how we
the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Maybach with the shade (straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God)
Y'all just started slidin',
and wrist
Surrounded by some gold boy
Hit the club with 50 bands
Going home broke boy
Heavy weight Medusa head
Tryna touch my toes boy
Diamonds on that bitch
don't you)
Why, why?
Oh, good God Almighty, boy
(Make her the woman you go home to)
And not that one that you leave behind
(Make her the woman you
going home nigga, ya know
When shit get rough just keep your head up
Gotta keep going boy you better yeah yeah
I'ma grind hard yeah I know there's
trying to get a oscar, I'm just trying to get a grammy
I should kick yo ass like I'm yo pappy
Cause yo mama give me sugar, like we was a proud family
But
It's always a vibe with Julz
Always out for the thrill
Never need a chill pill
Turn the mic on Naija boy i kill bill
No bad lines bwoi they all get
know, you gotta know that by now
We like the boys
You gotta know, you gotta know that by now
We like the boys
You gotta know, you gotta know that by
to blame, wanting fortune and fame is a never ending life-long game
This one's for the boys back at home
Keep fighting everyday
Long live the boys back
best friend
Now she chillin up in my home
No games and a brand new whip
New chain with some brand new chicks
And these fakes on some pacman shit
Im
Smash bang
Body goes wam
Hell comes down
Run your boys out of town
Smash bang
Body goes wam
Hell comes down
We ain't in the same clan
Smash bang
the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
boy go and get that bag
It's Ricky Bobby with it if you ain't first then you last
I am Oscar the grouch bitch I'm straight from the trash
I am dodging
Man
It's time to let go
Time to end this road
And go home
Man
It's time to let go
Time to end this road
And go home
Man
It's time to let go
Time
She told me that I talk nonsense,
She said I never boost her confidence,
She came home wearing a brand new dress,
But I never gave her
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