Lyrics:
and she know it too
First name Noah so I'm always counting by the twos
That's why I'm always chucking deuce
Watch out boy we coming through
I just made
Hit up Bag Boy just to let em know I'm in it
Brought my mama joy, when I let her know I did it
Thought I had it going on
Got my dawgs by my side, that's
for sure the Boy spitting hell,
The vibe exquisite yeah, of cause am Killing em,
Yoruba demon on M. I. C with angelic Swagg.
You can hate me or love
run it up
Well them boys will have you lapped
Mix my vocals with this challenge, make it fucking slap
I’m so fucking Cali, yeah you know where I’m
""Dope""
To avoid Saint I, Mentalism
Im far from this shit
Im really far from this shit
DO
She - mine
DO
She - mine
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!
Aayyy
DO
She - mine
I've got a plan
I'll drink for forty days and forty nights
So you can tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the 'Merican boy back in the states
the difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody
Well, you tell me, miss, what's the difference?
(Okay) what's the difference?
Okay, so
the sweet talk through you off
Dont get it wrong yea I'm the boss
I dont know what you've heard
I'm better than the rest boy thats my word
Baby your so
see you shaking what you got
Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
And I'm gone be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
Fulla hay
on dying?
I did it think so why so compliant
How could one be so goddamn defiant
If you can't even tell when I am lying
Of course you would buy it
I'm balling
a stargazer
Momma say dont worry boy, you a star player
My pistol protect you, please dont get too far baby
Im smoking the dope, said i been on mars lately
I'm
want/ (tell me you want me baby) I got what you want/ I got what you need/ (cause boy you drive me crazy)/
So tell me what you want/ tell me what you
I get high to tell my people bye
Can't reach em in the sky
Smokin doobies with brother
Momma ask boy is you high
Momma I can't lie your son been
me, they don't want your dreams, they want reality
They get up inside yo' head
You tell 'em "I'm dead" and tell 'em "Get out of me"
Will they try to rob
L.A. tryna dodge her
I got so many bitches, now why would I bother
They all just want someone to act like they father
I tell em' all they can kick rocks
Guaranteed dubs like the Boys on the schedule
I ain't scared of you bums I got somethin' to tell you
I'm aware that I'm finna be hated for foreshadowin'
broke boy trying to holla
So baby shut it up please show me dollars hey!
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
All
'em pay for this
Dope boys Renasay and Chris
D4L, we just hit a lick
Make ya get real low, bounce on your toes
Bend yo' knees until your hips go oh
I
you fly
You talkin' the GOAT talk, I'm callin' 'em out
Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything
Ain't no catchin' me down bad, I'm bustin'
the lay up without the assist
Tell em im playing for keeps
Here I come told em run, I’m jumping the fence
Now I’m convinced
I’ll take the game by the ear
suckas and smell the roses
By the pitch in my voice you can tell I'm focused
I ain't never dump bullet shells from toasters
I ain't never pump crack
around from point A to B
Paranoid stayin' on my Q's and P's
Watchin' for them alphabet boys
Tell you I can't sleep
Cuhz I'm covering all grounds like XYZ
biscuits
And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches
Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go
Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe
West
huh, look
Run up, tell 'em, run up, boy, I wish they would, huh
Run up, tell 'em, run up, boy, I wish they would, huh
I was born a winner, I would
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