Lyrics:
Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up
I just talked to Mane Mane, listenin' to Sosa
Doin' shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti
Braid my
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
that?
I'm the wave, I thought you knew that
I'ma be paid till my braids got grey
Shit, I would have been the same
Then my ways got changed
Could've been
sauce on them hoes
Might spend some bready
Ayy, and I just cut that
Ho off like a machete
Ayy, I'm a new three boy, white boy braids
And I hit that shit
to braid my hair
Now you here up in my condo
Tryna fuck and be legit is she trill? Shit?
I be in the city where my niggas loco
By the Yorkdale while
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids
present, the event of the decade
Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime
sound like the drum
of a neighboring tribe,
absorb the vibe,
feels good close my eyes,
and swept out the loot
by the crisp night air,
I gotta stay aware,
the daze like la la
I'm from the T Dot city
Where the city ain't pretty
The niggas gotta deal with the
Matas like rah rah
Stand by watch 'em gaze in
with the cornrow braids
Since you all about the chips
And you wanna get paid
Never worried 'bout all the money that I made
’Cause she made her own
I ain't all of me without you
Now I wish that I could slow it down before it all flew by
The grass green but all of the fence too high
My last dream I
Hit my jit
I can't count the check
Way to many notes up in my hands like I orchestrate
I just need my money by the first not a second late
I
brake)
Posted in the woods ( woods,woods)
Chillin by a lake ( by a lake)
I don’t Associate ( associate)
Myself with ones that’s fake (with the fake)
This
in need of more fengshui
Let this California weather keep me warm by day
He call me Junami, that’s cool by me
Like water when he try to mack
Warmed by shining up above
Small ones frolic in the grasses
Just right there
Braid flowers into fairy crowns
Sew curtains into royal gowns
Pile the wood so
up hanging round by them alleys
Street cats creeping like Mr O'Malley
And the polices mission is to make you unhappy
Shoot em down we finna light em up
better recognize
I caught them haters by surprise
My flow is more thicker
My flow is more quicker
Young girl never old
My pockets stay Swol
You know that
mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all
struggle to put my flames out
Murder verse workin' your head like takin' braids out
More smoke than the weed man, indeed, man
Even Doc Strange fascinated
to be up on the train bangin' Jack of Spades
Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade
Don't get it twisted like my daughter Allie's braids
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