Lyrics:
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
with the K (fall with the K)
Forensics say they found 762's in his draws by his waist (in his draws)
I was out of town by the west, stuffing dick in
I'm going out to get fucked up
Pretty boy, blood star
Blue blood, black body bag
I'm a skinzoid anemic
A murdered timeline
Lay it down into the soil
and relax while these grands change hands
Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy
And be a man
You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out
Wit' dat
like Jordan in the fall
On top of the hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft'
What you grillin' me for?
Kept my name good, we from the same hood
Made
the cut boy, running out of luck boy
Motherfucker
I'm what's up boy
With a tough ploy
Gonna blow up boy
When I come up get fucked boy
Like a fuck toy
Get
You think you made me, you crazy
You want a feature then pay me
I wanna cop a mercedes
He crying out, he a baby
He a broke boy, he lazy
I pull
holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
Goddamn, the boy's back
From pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps
To avoiding the Kojak
them, Cowgirl
Bed ridden
Yeah sinning
Head spinning with our live set
And guys blinded by rep
Kinda wish that I was less driven
I won't fall
I'm
none a them bitches they can come get my nut
Mad digits coming in all types a ways but we still aint made enough
Damn that boy really hating told that
The worse you are with me
The more I love you
The more you hurt me
The more I need you
Jumping in and out of love
I won't fall anymore
Ain't losing
out, I'm saying
Momma I made it
Momma I made it
Momma I made it
You'll fall for everything if you don't believe in something
But what happens when your
a flight here, pop a xan for ya boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, another xan for your boy
You would probably fly out to Japan for
the area around the nipple
Ya boy Makzilla made this official
Boy don't trip, Don't pull your pistol
Know what I'm sayin? Uh huh
(Huh?)
[Chorus]
Oooh
I was pulling on her hair and made them eye lashes fall off
Gotta be some of the edge control that's dried all on her mouth
Fucked her so hard that
How many times have I have failed nigga
Residue all on the scale nigga
Pray for Rell while he cell livin
Plot and scheme on the low low
I made it
just your sin boy
Don't be so distracted by the things covering up your lens boy
Try to put your focus on what matters at the end boy (facts)
Aye I made
these chains on me
we still couldn't link, nah
'Cuz my new bitch pussy wetter than a sink Uh-Huh
Had her shaking boy I made her spring a leak
No barbecue
out of
The stoplight in traffic
I just made a porno
Record while I'm smashing
Fuck the Arab bitch all on the carpet
Aladdin
I walk with that dog
on Instagram is
Brought to you by Bang
Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
his ass clubbin
Opp Hoe eatin' dick on the first Month out call Ha brother like, boy, that shit lovely
And we in the spot with a whole lot of shots If
on go, murder what she wrote
Line after line, shawty sniffin' off the door
They all been deluded by the streets, ain't even made for it
God know that I
Wonder
No lil bro I can't see
Made this shit while Go on live
Bad bitch calling she thick thighs
Bad bitch she caught me by suprise
Not gassing can't tell
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