Lyrics:
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch
But
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit
I gotta be a better version of me
Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential
Before we fade
the world
When I call your phone why you don't answer
Don't really like your father but still call him by sir
This girl is poison she'll snake you like
Baby just don't cry no river
Today I brought my gen 3 out
Cause my gen 5 a lil bigger
I'm publicly him
I ain't no public figure
Mix match Off White
changing
Yeah, he does that a lot doesn't he? Umm, oh, I'm David Bowie. I live down the road
Oh!
Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
mine like young blue, but I deserve what I got
I did
So I tried my best to fall back and not to sweat you
Now I know I might be saying a lot, but I'd
I touch down in Heathrow, I got the jet lag
Hop on a train, head straight to Paris
Need to get back
I need that Porsche, yes sir Dior need to go get
Say you got my back
I got yours
Pay attention they won't hesitate to catch you by the door like
Veni veni vidi vici
Heard they wanna bleed me
But it
a chop then get back to the block
I threw a brick then got back to the block
If you understand then you know this a bop
I lost my mind in 09 I was young
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
I'm back in the mix
Haha Get my money Up, Gotta get my money up
Nixxas be thinkin It's funny I can't be fuckin around wit none of Ya
Broke Nixxas
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
turn the car off
Quick hit from the back then I skrt off the lot (skrt)
I ain't no chef but, Boyareed’s lil’ niggas stupid
Fallin’ in love like they got
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
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