Lyrics:
peligrosa que serpiente venosa,
No quiere chocolate ni rosa
Solo me llama para una cosa
Me dice ian que va a pasar
Después de rumbear
Si me la voa’
I don’t really mind
I Hope u ain’t a gnat
I could really get u fly
I be up der I be high bae
Ian gotta parachute
She said I’ll save Youuuuuu ou ou
I
I pop cash shit on them niggas I don't give no fucks
Riding wit it on me nigga Ian giving shit up
Only money getting my trust
Ian fucking with
Walk thru (Walk thru) Inna room (Inna room)
Man a young nigga ain't stun you (Uh-ooh)
Too much money goin' on
Ian shit like them other dudes
Popped
First off shout out to god he bless me
Know he wanna live thank god he ain't test me
Know ian talking onna iphone message
Know that the shit get
Ian gone speak to often sent a blitz you know we off'd em
Took enough losses startin' to cost me
Bad lil vibe she come from Austin Texas fuck my
walk in this bit
Wit all dem sticks n****
Yea, damn what da business n****
Ian wit that playing dem feelings n****
Huh? Playing wit dem feelings n****
Ian Perfect
Know what I’m saying
Young nigga go thru a lotta shit
(Deemarc Got That Heat Hoe)
But I Gotta Survive
Lit Pot
Ian never going broke again
I was too hard headed, I went in that grass
No ian listen at all (All)
You said you was gone bring me up you letting me fall
I lost some niggas but
Losing fokus
Tryna kapture the moment
I'm tryna re visit the past so everyday ian sober
Off the Xanax I be rollin
Thinking bout what I told ya
Off
Ian pressured by none of these hoes
No feelings for none of these niggas
Fuck a bitch
Fuck a nigga
Count money get scrilla
Fuck a bitch
Fuck
nigga Ian speaking French
Grandma died a while back but i still smell her sent
I hate to think about it wonder where the fake went
They ain't make it yeah
im not? Why im not in the discussion
Ian trippin ian even gon rush it
If i gotta do it imma strap up like a russian
Fake niggas in my bubble ion
I'm bout to get it
The money be comin in
Ian got no time to take
Days off
Niggas be sayin im trash
But all of y'all
Niggas y'all really be way off
Im
This that bravo
GTS
I'm finna just speak some facts to you
(Facts)
This juss the beginning of my journey
(Come and ride wit me)
And Ian giving up
It's 5 but ian calling it quits
I know this ain't as big as it gets
The ops over there taking naps
I'm wide awake taking these risks
Gotta keep going
Ian no Killer but
Don't push meeeee!
I'm too close to the edge
Ian a killer but don't push me
And, My diamonds wet, that gushy gushy
So, Bad bitch
I be like damn where were you?
Meezy
Ian really trying to play with you
If a nigga try to cross me that’s a dangerous move
Im screaming fuck
playlist
Full of WISLP hits
Ian never feared a nigga that go on about some auto tune
Contradict on purpose, turn me off if that shit bothers you
Shot my
Woo
Woo
Woo
Itsmaxo
On stage
I'm lit
WIt dat fye
Celebration
The opps just died
I'm sliding Ian got no mind
You gone die if yeen got that fye
I'll never change Ian on no rapping shit
We stay wit sticks
I stay witta stick Ian on no camping shit
When the tops come through erbody gone move like
Gotta whole lotta racks
Gotta whole lotta bitches
Gotta whole lotta game
Gotta whole lotta ditches
Gotta whole lotta brooms (Sticks)
Ian never
on the same shit
Same state of mind
Ian chasing no fame shit
And this is what I do
Niggas gotta see it
Lose sleep all week
Nigga so be it, be it
Everyday I’m
to elevate em
I can’t help em
All they did was slack
Gave myself all my attention
Ian never looking back
I said fuck everybody
And switched my focus
To them
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