Lyrics:
not a rapper, for a song you got to pay the fee (uh-huh)
In the bushes, up that stick, shoot that bitch from three (ah-ah)
Ask around, they know I'm
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
alone
Bikini top’s comin' o-o-off
Don’t be sad when the sun goes down
You’ll wake up, and I’m not around
I’ve got to go, oh oh oh oh oh
We’ll still have
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?
Let
off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still
But I never did change mine
Still I was saved by the fire
Singing its song in my heart
That hypnotized all the demons
And tore them apart
But you
to church
She built like a goddess
Distracted by her curves
Don't look at my tab
But I still expect the worst
You've lost your mind Lu$Id
I'm always, by my lonesome
I'm always, in the breeze
I don't think I can get caught in them opp situations
I don't hang around these niggas
I ain't
that new year new me shit
Nah i don't wanna hear that new year new me shit
As i look around You still ain't doing shit
Ain't doing shit,you just moving
day lemme rise up to achieve
One day lemme migrate overseas (Yo)
Lemme skirt around sunset boulevard
Flip out the 5S
Send love to the team
When I mean
a holy taco, eating good
Man I'm looking 'xactly how I think I should
Six three ain't a shoulder shrug
If I come around imma show the love
If I come around
really hoping she don't just love me for the money
Cause if I got her around, all the days still sunny
Lil boy stop all that laughing cause ain't shit
Grab you by your neck, smash your head in the basement
Godly, still controllin' the square
You the competition? Get the fuck outta here
We got
the gauntlet of car alarms, no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears, we can run
If you saw me now would I still be your
Would I still be your Superhero
Or did I not save you when you
Needed me the most? Fair enough
I'm a bargain
What I want you to do is count to ten
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two
On one, you will be asleep - one
I'm a blunt gettin smoked
niggas ain't pure around
Talkin like he bout it, initiate em, get that 30 now
Workin on my shot, young nigga feeling like he Curry now
I go out anywhere,
ain't care before, so why you sad that I ain't stay around
Ain't never held me up, so why would I be staying down
Jus know I'm staying true, three's what
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
around in the night
Sniffin' bags of glue
We be turnin' up by the forest in the pines
Drinking turpentine
Getting gone 'til it's bright
Haunted Mound boys
(FRE3, FRE3) (R14)
I mean let's be honest
Some of the lyrics, some of the words
In drill music are pretty horrific
Aren't they? You know, I put Rambo
feeling down, you make me fly
Yet you're only there for like three seconds
So baby, please just tell me why
Why you always say you love me
Turn around
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment, I'm the comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had
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