Lyrics:
She looks like a straight up model
Lifted off a magazine
And she's just a little bit hostile
But nice when she needs to be
And she's got me
me (true)
So take it easy, let's dance
[Mike]
It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be
Ima put it down and it's on now
You heard me say what's up, you in luck that you met me
Gogo lifted truck, bigger bucks going Dame green
You just left
Smelling like, money and champagne
Part of my campaign
I'm fucking rich my nigga
Some things I can't change
Sometimes I swear I be so fly I mean I can't
Smelling like, money and champagne
Part of my campaign
I'm fucking rich my nigga
Some things I can't change
Sometimes I swear I be so fly I mean I can't
with fire, do think twice
And if you get burned, don't be surprised
Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceilin'
Ooh, baby, it's the ultimate
with fire, do think twice
And if you get burned, don't be surprised
Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceilin'
Ooh, baby, it's the ultimate
FREEDOM
Written by Hank Bentley, Mia Fieldes, Jordan Frye, Kristian Stanfill & Brett Younker
Be Essential Songs/Upside Down Under/BMI/Capitol CMG
and I get lifted up
Fuck 'round with the girth and she get split in dubs
Spirit got the dirt and I'ma mix with cuts
She just copped the skirt so she can
stay all on your grind you can get it
When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Haters be talkin', don't mind
these streets
Joint Juggernauts, Kilogram rollers
We don't spark up we kilowatt
Cut the clouds, lifted like a helicopter
Glass barrel smoking you can
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
like she on the molly
I don't really care
I'm diggin her like volley
I'm wavy tsunami
Got her ass up face down
Like she, like she ridin a ducatti
Shorty
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
How else could you capture the world?
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?
When I pull up
make this money and you tryna stop me, what's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound
You
(yeah)
Wild in these streets (get 'em)
Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that could reach
5150 when fifty bodies go missing
Off the Vincent Thomas
on drugs, I'm the plug
Got the world in my hands, I'm above
Don't judge me for my lifestyle
I live it up, it's worthwhile
Got my crew by my side
We ride
Miami's heat like Kendrick Nunn
She had to pack that pussy up get on the run
With no money around she's been asking where the fun uhh
Can't pay the bills by
inside of me
Be free
Don't stop youngin'
Pick up the pace
Pick up the pace
You got it youngin'
Pick up the pace
Pick up the pace
Keep that shit
lifted, yes
My eyes are wet with clarity
I've been a witness to such wonders
Oh, I've searched for them all across this country
But I think I'll be
gave it all
Let all earth sing to Christ our King
Be lifted up
Our hope is in the Saviour's love
You gave it all
Let all earth sing to Christ our King
Be
sent me that I might be lifted up
He sent me that I might be lifted up
That I might be lifted up upon the cross
Even so should men be lifted up
Lifted
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