Lyrics:
SXM yeah kewand
Married to the money I do
I just got two hoes they both brand new
Kicks like Judo brand new
Live by the G code that's how we move
got no feelings
Pull up looking like villains
Whip ain't got no ceilings
Catch me sauced up might be dripping n a brand new drop
Might be dipping up
on pills
Oh what a thrill, fuck her then peel
Hop in the shower, I’m feeling like ew
Roll me a woody, I’m feeling brand new
Walked in on my neighbor all
Ma jaiye oni
No dey stress me on top nothing
Shey na God wey dey bless person
I dey my dey I no find person
Find person
Bless person
I geti many
Ma jaiye oni
No dey stress me on top nothing
Shey na God wey dey bless person
I dey my dey I no find person
Find person
Bless person
I get many
I know some off brand weenies Oscar Myer
Got lil homies talking shit but they can't put out the fire
They said they want the smoke but they lying
hitting em with force,
Fuck em all they was feeling it was force,
If they was on the same mission they would abort,
cnd I bring a new life when I'm
No games and a brand new whip
New chain with some brand new chicks
And these fakes on some pacman shit
Im a whole different breed
Cuz im batman bitch
to dig all in your torso.
And come out with your heart just to prove that you're still mortal.
Man ain't God. God is God for infinity.
Bless
I've been baptized
By the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes
I'm born to love again
I'm a brand new man
I used to love 'em and leave 'em
I got a rebuttal from the way you treat brothers
You're colorblind when they got the double Ds on 'em
Get the white rice, put a couple black beans
they was thinkin' GPA
Lot of 'em went to college and they got a job at the bank
Now when I pull up brand new Rolls trucks, you should see they face
I
Ayy, ayy, ayy
If I broke your heart, it's a custom
You designer now
Bitch, stop all that cryin', denim tears
And I can't wipe em off
I can't take em
You ain't got all the brands or the grass (You ain't got it)
You ain't got it no cheques on deck
I be coming heavy you're not ready for it (You're
the bump stock
Brand new box of baking soda, shakin' all the clumps out
Chastisin' gremlins with the glizzy with the switch on him
Brasi handlin'
miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifying all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen
[Erick Sermon]
To the hot shit, I'm
giving god all of my sins
I'm trynna bless all of my people
And take my momma on a trip
I'm trynna bless all of my people
And buy my pops a brand new whip
up shop when grandma was gettin' up from work (I be workin' ma)
And I was watchin' Uncle Rick gettin' all that bread by the church (facts)
Shit, I
Whole lotta problems ain't stopping me nigga we started this shit from the bottom
I had to learn how to solve em by stacking my money up all in
the cops is. My vision gettin blurry as I look at my
options. I can just let em drop me,
or I can cock it and pop it.
The way they murdered Oscar was
Rovers
Took 'em back in time like Sam Kofa, Sam Kofa
We stand over the Atlantic, looking broad like a man's shoulders
The fire is trapped in a belly,
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
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