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I roll like a Ventti, tank on empty
Ready do something to regret tempt me
Not what you should do, No sign of good food
Foolish behaviour can never be

Yeah uh
Freestyle stuff
Um
Alright let's uh
Let's do it

My mom says I'm a good hugger
Your girl says I'm a good kisser
My fans say I'm a star like

drop you and your mans
Stack up, they don't wanna see us win
Took a couple but I'm rollin' off ten
Back up 'fore we blast you and ya friends
If we lift

a new guy
Nice to meet ya yeah it's always the same
How do you reply when they say that you can fly?
Go with it I'm sure I'll be okay
I mean look at me

feeling like Jordan
And all this motherfucking horse power in this whip
Young nigga feeling like Lauren
Do my dance on that bitch
No Gangnam style
Laugh

the next man
Dey say I fell off
I switched up and now um south paw
Um two fresh but um three raw
Umma let these bitches have it
And I do it on my own
Ain

bitch, nigga I already hit
All I do is chase that chicken and I'm dodging all the pigs
I be blinded by they hate, so I'm walking wit a stick
(Yeah I'm

Can't stop this stupid shit just doin it
But i am not an addict it just depends who i do it with
With my friends i classify that as hangin out
But by

Spitfire 
VVs yea my neck wet
40 make you two step 
Rich nigga just do rap 
Ratchet pussy love that 
Suck dick throw it back 
Knock off ya lash 
Make you

the mother-fucking yak
Yeah, yeah
Shaking that ass, do your dance
She just caught my eye at first glance
Ass swallow that poll, that's advanced
Baby gone head throw

realize that it takes
A lot of patience and some space
In the end you have a legacy in place
If you get your shot, just play
Do your dance
If you shake, it

job

Got these other bitches mad at you
Go head girl I'm proud of you
Go go, go go
Set fire to the whole dance floor
Everybody scared they don't see you

take up no shit nigga all we do is stack bands
We gon run up this bitch
We gon takeover shits you fuck niggas better dance
Niggas talking but they shook

kick it with me
Yea
Look
Bands make me dance
Fuck around and hit the cha cha
Shorty wanna kick it, so I turn Diego Costa
Niggas sending shots, but we

a family morning
Don't ask us why we kill
We just adapt to what we're born in
Recited lyrics and copied dances
Won't get you sworn in

And yeah I got

Klonjez the rap maker baby
Bayelsa pinkie again
I got a fine girl by my side
Okwaya ya ga abukwa my wife
E don tay when I dey find love funny enough

Money, I ain’t makin’ it
I ain’t doin’ this for a livin’
I just do it for the passion
Therapeutic for my soul
Where did you go when I wrote
That fuckin’

By the jecs
Used ta trap out da bando duplex
Ya bitch soul snatched
Shang Tsung who's next
Mortal Kombat finish her
Jax flex pecs like ah
East ta west

plans
Mention my name, don't shit yo pants
Got some gloves, they're for your hands
All strapped up, let's do this dance
Lost my hoe, saw her by chance

you better stop it
Tryna tell me what to do
Cuz I don't think you got it
Not the power or the news
That I'm back now
Let's sit 'em back down
It's

This approved by Deadly
As the horn play
Dance on them like the Rat Pack
As I do it my way
What up Jay
If you don't give a fuck
Or you loving what I'm

dirty
That's the reason I don't shake hands (Ugh)
I'm sanitizing
Analyzing my faith man (Faith)
I realize I was created
By a great man (Great)
Stay

get up
A change 
We need a change 
The devil dances and eventually answer 
Elementary class was penitentiary madness
I'm holding up my hand 
Only to get

This rap is brought to you by my paycheck from subway
Fuck you steve
Wait a minute
Haven’t vibed with S.L.A.T. in a brick
Got my new shoes fitted