Lyrics:
Girl rock your body I just really wanna see you move
Now you got me feeling on yo body and it's feeling smooth
I been chillin on a cool so you know
boy in some baggy jeans
Unlike the Mack Daddy crap, ain't got no cash, no weed
I get by like a ginger version of the last Mohican
Yo D120, yo Al-kan,
'm puttin' hits out (yeah, nigga)
I'm making snuff films, bitch, I got the clip out
These silly niggas happy that I got a roll now
Real rapping (uh), real
That bitch say im mean yeah
All i see is green yeah
He sipping fake lean yeah
She want my baby yeah
I'm like bitch maybe
He say he real he faking
and they all listed
Chicago criminals
But that ain't my business
I done got it out the mud
Real shit
I been diggin
Don't spect nobody to believe in shit
Til
girlfriend was sleeping
She turned and she moaned
I love you my baby
I'm glad that you're home
Why did you do this
You feeling so stupid
You got to be stupid
Magazine, that's me on the cover
My record is clean I could still shoot your brother
Still turning up, I got hits for the summer
They know what I
Off Spray, swear these hoes nagging
Promise by the end of the year, I’m getting GOAT status
Fat asses be the first claiming that they “so active”
Like
satisfactory
I'm booking niggas that's claiming they've got a stack for me
My raps are purely worded with allegories inserted
Fuck with your hearing leaving one
8am, y'all be snoozing
By 10, my pockets boomin'
She gon' wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Fangs rose gold with these pearly white teeth
I got everything
(Yo, Let me call you later im in the studio boo
I'll call you later yo my boys need me on this track,
Alright im sorry)
(Palaze what you cooking?)
Harmony has no any split ends
But if cold wind is coming all I see is blowing fans
Seduced by worthless expense
Whoever recommends to prioritize shit
Hahaha zeke i love you
M-Murakami my pillow boy fuck yo stick
That nigga ran up he got hit in his
-
I-i-i keep my blick in the whip
You try to run up
can't take this abuse
Every time that you walk in the room, girl
I'm hypnotized by the way that you move
It's the way that you move
You call me out,
keep up the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick
I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday
need leash
See the beauty when I beast
Niggas dying in the East
Boy you flexing with a lease
You know, yo shit is weak
I got flow and I got beats
Keep
like lemon lime
Get yo soda pop I been feining for a line
Its some money in that jansport the payment won't decline
Nd if it did we gone rob yo ass u bet
this bitch like the shottas
I'm rocking new polo the that don't come with the collar
Tell em' to come see the doctor I got em'
I'm filling exotic
know
I'm doggin' you bitches and you niggas
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I need a hundred a show when I'm back on the road
We gon' run it and grind it, it's
you do
And the food you eat
That's lusting that gluttony
I bring greed where's the money
Aint shit to me look bitch I got it
Im just a vessel
ya girl says ya got a small wee wee
Now ya want to go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo
broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?
That's why black people cannot seem to break through
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab
nothing nice
Shit
I’ll even tell you twice , queens get the money that’s a fact nothing nice
Shoutout to the kings that get it by any means
Shoutout
that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from
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