Lyrics:
the lamb'
My nigga in the lamb' too
Up and down on Collins
Bending corners like we bamboo
Stunting on my old hoes they see
Me be like damn boo
Call me Jackie
just wanna know
Can I fuck you on the floor
Wit ya hands down by ya toes
While my hand around ya throat
Baby I just gotta know
You gone let me drive
the lamb'
My nigga? Cooner? in the lamb' too
Up and down on Collins
Bendin' corners like we bamboo
Stuntin' on my old hoes they see
Me be like damn boo
Call
waves
Tap down those boots while I beat around
Funk me downtown
I lay around
Touch myself to pass the time tcuch myself
I feel down, I wish you were mine
guilty, I lucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
Ball on these niggas every time I cop
Coming down Collins in a brand new drop
Hermes seats with my son
Yeh yeh yeh whoa
Top down in the city
Couple day ones rolling with me
See me in traffic getting busy
I walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart
true, sir
Please don't judge my courage by my twisted leg
Let me show my Uncle Sam what I can do, sir
Let me help to bring the Axis down a peg
If I
finished
Turn the block to holy ground, the choppas'll hold me down (hold me down)
Big boats, all white like Bobby Brown (grr)
Thick smoke, they smell it
Your beauty so fine, yeah, your skin be so soft, yeah, I just wanna touch you, yeah, I wanna go down there
These boys be hating on me, I don't give
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Buck Owens & Susan Raye
I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see
If I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me
You
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
Alright, Paul you go first
Fuck you, Caleb
What do you mean, fuck me Caleb (You'd never guess wh)
Written and directed by Caleb Monroe Collins
Guess
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
in the club
They kiss and they hug
They push and they shove
Pattin' me down, beggin' for bud
I ain't no scrub, just sit in the club
Bumpin' his gums,
to do
I'm the truth
Have yo ass like ou
I went to churches chiccen bought that bitch some food
She like perky dicc I pop em' by the two
She say she love
of its blessings/
They always rain down like it's thunderin/
The son of man, spread love is the plan/
And show love to the Gods who taught me to represent/
Got good brain, no college
We stuntin' on Collins
Her top down, my top down
Back then they over looked me
Young n***a I'm hot now
They say I'm so
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