Lyrics:
ol' boys getting autographs
In Cincinnati, I know you heard
I got fined for the cuss words
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man
and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone that banana clip
Straight from the rip, I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
I'm a big flexer (big flexer), rich dresser (rich dresser)
I just blew your rent on some Moncler sweatshirts
Big stepper, Louis V collector
She
I'm a big flexer (big flexer), rich dresser (rich dresser)
I just blew your rent on some Moncler sweatshirts
Big stepper, Louis V collector
She
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut
‘cause I
didn't know the nightclub work and I didn't take any chance. So [I] went
back to the steel mill in East St. Louis, and worked there five years. I
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
forever divided
What's enough to break through the sirens
Hear me now like verizon
I'm just running up a check
Pressure on my head move on to the next
ain't always worth it
It can make you insane or get you murdered
And shorty layin' on her back while you're blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt
head
I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I
something
Cock my gun back, make sure it's filled up with lead
I'm coming for your head, I'm coming for your head
I'm coming for your head, yup, yup
I'm
See I was told by my friends
Keep my head on my shoulders
Yeah I fly on them
Bought them a promise
Louis'll die novice, take notice
On my style I'm
the sheets let me drop some knowledge
About computer science, let me take you to college
The following are bars a bout some nerdy code
That'll make your head
I wanna watch Foolish excuse me, miss
I don't appreciate your rudeness
But if you strip
I will appreciate your nudeness
I heard the best head come
Fashionista
What's your insta
You so pretty
thinking bout you from the inside
You know I miss ya
Cause I need ya
For a while
I just really want your
your collar
Calling me a man
Time is a big one
Lonely and a bit of fun
Mystery and hopeless
Happens with the palm trees
And she makes me
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
club
(And by the way, it's the same big club they used to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe)
Big club, the big
Meet me by the lake
In the shallows where it's safe
Took my malice to the Rave
Place is hallowed like a grave
When you see my bald head, you better
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
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