Lyrics:
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
, and now slide to the side, yeah
Up, down
Now left to right
Yeah, slap once, now clap it twice
Go, move low, yeah, move it high
Swing round and round
and have a ton of fun
And be safe, and understand that it's a powerful one
Made by a russian son, with awards won
And finally, "here we go
I've got my
When I come around, round, round
They go
Yeah, yeah its going down, down, down
They go
New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old
in my lies, I looked up with surprise
Met the voice talking to me, brown doe eyes
I spoke in my head, let's hug until we cry
We both had to go, it was
[Chorus]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down,
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round'
I'm on the block with the gangstas
I'm making all these tracks and making Nesbly go wow
Playing them round the town, making the world go round
Showing them what I found, cuz she so
And you feel so coolin' every time you in the club
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna hang out with the gangstas, y'all go
he'll never go home
Living inhibited, who are you kidding by
Sitting there riveted
Now that you figure your lungs and your liver dead
Clock 'll be
kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45
through just to get your bitch
Come through just to steal your bitch
Ridin' round, that's the Redeye
I'm a red-eye, high as shit, yeah
The whole gang
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung
spazzin' on my album, got me feelin' like what's next
Supercharged in V8 mode and slap it in the C8 Vette
Poppin' out outside because I know my brodie keep
to grind on music
This time
2023 going to be a good time
Drop some albums and I'll go on tour
Maybe settle record deals with some stores
Don't really know
on a moma like bitch come here
Im santa clause, didnt you hear
Tell johnny saint nick what you want this year
And we might get into you ass by the summer ooh
to the room
I told him tag me in selling sauce dead
Need ten for a half of BIN
Cheap bitch got her nails done
She been happy since
Bitch, I'm Sleeve Nash
Even
guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Steel it Jeff
Hey Johnny, why don't you fiddle a round
Thibodeaux,
While we was flying had to go sit by the pilot, cause she smelled like Rikers Island
Straight mack, straight stiff arm
Could I get some RiFF promotion?
that fetti niggas trained to go
Won't stop until it's raining dough
Brainstorming this takeover, you already snow
And it's already rolled
I grab
Times are runnin', rip 'n' runnin' we can't go back
I stopped takin' adderall but girl you know that
Thought you pulled up in the Wagon, hope you
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