Lyrics:
friends bout me
Jamaican with dreads gyalsis but I ain't cocky
Still nothing stereotypic about me
She tryna slide down my Tommy Johnnys
Then toss the John
And she tells me that she's mine all mine, now
Ain't that lovin', ain't that livin'
Ain't that half the fun of givin'
Nothing's too good for my baby
And she tells me that she's mine all mine, now
Ain't that lovin', ain't that livin'
Ain't that half the fun of givin'
Nothing's too good for my baby
and she ridding it fast.
Dont tell me yo name it ain't gunna last
I hit up yo uber its pulling up fast
Ain't taking you home you ain't worth the gas
You
and it ain't fun
Do you wanna play, do you wanna play?
It ain't really safe, trust me it's okay
Do you wanna play, do you wanna play?
It ain't really
I was locked up no calls I guess y'all having fun
Now I'm out of that bitch n ima ball I ain't trustin nun
Fake love on my own once again
Even my day
of the story RapDoc they call me
No matter what you do you ain't never enough boy
I ain't lying huh you ain't never enough
You ain't never ever enough huh you
its blue
Rich like im Roddy
Pinky rang I got rangs on me like Audi
I cannot trust you got issue like Aubrey
I cannot trust you no trustin no body
This
no nigga, I don't need no bitch
'Cause if I get locked up they ain't gon' send me shit
Got a bag, I'll put it on your head, lil' bitch
Y'all broke
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
and tell some others to come
Cause i ain't ever done
I got enough to have me some more fun
Now that we finished up
I'm gonna go make us some lunch
I know how
bitch like it’s a nascar
I got away in a veno
It ain’t about no fast cars
You put me behind the wheel and we catch the stars
I’m calm as hell like this
And nobody really ride with me
Everybody claiming that they on the side with me
Can't trust no one cuz they always lie to me
They just wanna waste time with me
callin' me when I'm
She callin' me when I'm on the road, tell her I'm on my way
Soon as I leave toke another one, no I can't stop the wave
Fuck what they
for real
Yeah, yeah my nickname change
Call me Trey when I'm snubbin 'em (yeah)
Billy when I'm clubbin 'em
Box when I'm cuttin 'em
Niggas dyin, I ain't
fighting those offenses
Cartier bartier big expenses
Down bad down bad we ain't even have a dollar
Raised by our momma we ain't even have a father
In class
smell
What type cologne that you got on? I told her YSL
And yeah she fine as hell, lil mama rock designer belts
She don't need no man lil mama got it by
i doubt they'll ball on me
Ohhh
Tommy draws you use to buy me now it's big Ralph
Can't wait to put you in a palace this ain't no rented house
LA crib
Watch me, as I round the lobby, it's a hobby
In Abu Dhabi and we swerving all in Ferraris
Godly, and the boxers by Tommy
If you scared call your mommy!
forget it
She a brown skinned Goddess
Everything she got is
All labeled up this girl ain't
Never played the bus she just strolled by
But naw can't never
the ones that believe in me
These niggas don't want to duel if they did then we beating them easily
This ain't a match, ain't no way that they rating us
iv done
Don't talk on my name we ain't here for fun
But we're here for funds
I say it how it is, man fooled by batty
Couple man round me done dirt for
on my name we ain't here for fun
But we're here for funds
I say it how it is, man fooled by batty
Couple man round me done dirt for gally
I took a step
Every move I make for money
I don't do this shit for fun
If you ain't 'bout your paper
I don't know where the fuck you from
I get that shit by me making
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