Lyrics:
Ooh please don't fuck up my cool
I'm feeling like Big now give me the loot
Ooh Please don't fuck up my cool
Cool don't fuck up my cool
Ho you lame
Over the clouds yeah
A legends at work
So I'll ask first to please just shut yo mouth
Ho
He always felt like we was related since we was little
But I'm
Wondering if them fingerprints Come back to me
Lyrically athletic
You don't want me running all over Yo track then o well
How much is 2203 pounds of blues
out you
Push push, get that baby out you
Squeeze, push, squeeze push
Let me see that little baby's head
Turn to MUSH
Push push, get it outa yo "pushy"
it's me, it's me, yo
Who could it be? It's me, running down brick lane
With a visible limp (uh), and an alligator pimp cane (uh)
Rubies where
in the tank
Filling up yo tank, gas I'm talking dank
Oil like Chevrolet, oil I'm talking drank
Loanin' like the bank (uh huh)
5200 different
a dollar for?
Shooting the gym? I ain't ballin' ho
What I look like, Iguodala you know? (Bane)
Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettle
Black shit turned the pot
You need to get with this malt
Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a
Baby face nigga bitch you
as well get high
On the real son, I'mma take everything I need, the drugs, the sex, the power,
the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TV
I
when you thuggin, baby just don't stop
You could wobledee wobledee (drop drop it like it's hot)
Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if
Yo Witness
What up ?
I don't know if they ready for this shit
I know right? It's just too damn hot
Yeah, this goes out to all those who didn't think
when you thuggin, baby just don't stop
You could wobledee wobledee (drop drop it like it's hot)
Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if
I afraid of
Trott on the block gettin shot by the jacobs
They bear bullets like Jay Cut
And prey for my life maybe I should Mase up
Pleadin my case
a fuckin' sing-along 'less you
Brought the weed along
Then ju (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the
Stars
rocking the boat
If you try to take me on Imma make sure I leave you lifeless and washed on the coast
Every verse I lace accompanied by the grim reaper, it
for a week
Got yo ho on a leash
Bend her over I'm a freak
Not her X-man, but that bitch know I'm a beast
You want a steak want bread
We can go and have
head somewhere in the clouds
You know how I play (Yelp), young nigga trying win man
Forreal bitch that's too close
To tell the truth bitch I think yo
it's time to floss my shit
Keep yo' head up, nigga
Make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
The money is mandatory, the hos is
il tipo
Punto tutto su me stesso
Non ho fatica
Gente che mi critica non mi Complica la vita
I sogni non muoiono finché rimani in vita
(yo)
Siamo pieni
zaslúžim si to
Áno doprajem si to
Stačí mi málo bro, yo
Dnes odmením sa stopro
Spravím z toho klip
Ho natočím na gopro
Nejsom krysa v závode, nebudem páchať
Yo
Nemusím stávat
Ani nadávat nebudu jak vy fakt ne
Přijď do mýho hoodu uvidíš
Němce cigány a rakle
Jakto jakto
Představ si že to děláme takhle
Ty
shift to a phantom then ghost that ho'
Sorry not sorry can't trust you folks
Switch to a whole new system makin' a song and its off of the mental
Face-
been throwing mushrooms on my sandwiches, I backtrack
I trip about myself, bitch, I don't trip about yo' wack ass
I don't wanna talk, I wanna work
Pussy
money, that's bad for you
Bread talk for me, that's my lingo
I'm bad bunny, cash bilingual
¿No tienes dinero? Yo digo lo siento
Mira, primo, ayudaría pero
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