Lyrics:
bit of gold
Bitch fuck me and my bro she a lil bitty hoe
I was always taught to get the dough
niggas really be broke
I'm Really the reason niggas on go
FASHION!
Sell my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they askin'?
[Chorus]
[Third Verse:]
I talk more shit than a LIL
not lyin
Cause I stepped on this shit damn near nine or ten times
I don't fuck with these niggas, can't have it strong like mine
If I run into they
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they askin'?
Chorus
Third Verse:
I talk more shit than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough,
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
freak in the sheets
Lifestyle growing money trees
Kung hei fat choy bitch I'm vietnamese
Ima make you sing and dance fuck a glee
Anime titties hentai
it for the kid
I just really fuck with doin' stupid shit
White crowds like I'm Hootie and the Fish
Fuckin' on a freaky, moody, lil' bitch
I don't
a ho
Fuck what you talking bout
I just gave my little bitch a pill
Call me Mr. Cosby
First name Bill
First name playing with
Last name Mills
my soul
Ah Shit, gibby lost his mind that nigga lost control
I ain't going by the La gibby bitch
My new name Trapediah
A nigga playing with Lil' Trap I
still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
leave it offset yea
I Pop me a perc n I fuck the animals oou
Eat the pussy like a cannibal do
Mesmerized by the way that yu move
Lil mama exquisite
I
on cloud 9? I’m on cloud 10
I counted all my pesos, now I’m counting up my yen
While I sip my dirty faygo, this time I’m flexin’ all my gems
Free Lil Draeko,
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
whack, huh how are you 10 years older
But so immature and I'm better at rap
Step the fuck away from me bring me your bitch
And I'll show her how this kid
a nigga bitch what it really means ima fuck the rest
Ain’t no going back, used to be broke
Now I’m getting money by the day
Running away and im getting
don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
to fuck with me that's what it is
I'm on lean
Put codeine
I can't cry oh I can't feel
I'm in her jaws like Listerine
Wipe me down like Mr. Clean
Told her
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
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