Lyrics:
Tell me how you always seem to put me in my zone
Disregard these other shawties playing on my phone like
Put you in the brand new benz then ima take
Who said I can’t do drill, blud fuck that, man I got flows on flows that’ll duck man down
If I pull up in the dance everybody better run cah dem man
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
I can’t live into ya plan mama
I don’t wanna be cool I don’t wanna be in school
I’m a rapper what you saying mama
Ma ma say
Ma ma sa ma ma coo sa
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
me sooner
Idk
But I need a brand new coupe
And I'm with the troop like a mother fucking Koopa
I don't know what I'm sipping but I need 2 cups
Threw
pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat o's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
Californ-I-A we parley the G way
Some wear red and black, and some sport (Blue and Grey!)
But gangsters don't dance, we hang-boogie and bang
So it's
shackled by the brand new
Wanted back the partner that I had in you
Sweetness, unique, you'd speak to me like
We weren't weak, inner peace, I'm seekin'
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
couped up Bish drooled on me
Shaking all that ass do ya dance Baby groove wit me
Half naked bitches on my line by The pool wit
Said that I'm the man
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
come up chump
Through the back door, this is a brand new rap war
Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor
Y'all can do, what
Look
Daily depart all ya manz
Drive by shoot ops out the van
Free all my gz out the can
Louis Vuitton is my brand
Rolls Royce same color as sand
(Saw
to your prom in a brand new 6,
I'm old school, I use the charm to seduce the chicks,
You'll introduce me to ya moms as your future pick,
Your like
with everything in account (Uhh)
Ohh Noo
Ohh Noo
Ohh Lord
Ohh Lord
This that shit make ya head bang
I'm going overboard
I'm winning now
You can tell by
needed, in rappin, I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop
that
Pull up in a brand coupe know a nigga never lack.
Staring at the the stars on the roof got her laying on her back
Can't show you how the young nigga
stand us
Told that bitch lower her standards, pose for the camera
Y'all be talkin', don't be doing shit, we clapped ya mans up
You could tell by how she
da rims
Know what I rep I ain't switching da brand
On bro it's till death u can't get in our clan
Know he gon help if I hit up my mans
Fasho we gon
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