Lyrics:
Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide
breeze
Livin’ life, going fast
Feet on the dash, dreaming of our cash
Spitting lyrics, muscle tats
Seattle two years never take me back
I feel my life
serving flavours by the book
Whip it up girl
Whip it
Whip it
Whip it up
Cause all my cameras got a mirror box
Pose for me baby girl dressed up that Louis
All in the front all in the back just like that, like that
I'mma blow your mind like
Wasted heart
When you left me, you left me with no choice
I'm
the cases that I had with my statics
But the basics was the bands on a daily, lately noffadem try freak me
Man am rocking designer
Back inna the block running
want me to throw it back on you
I been east side, love, baby, just come through
Hit my line, hit my line
Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
finished?
I’m about to spit it like a run on sentence
Baby got back and I’m gettin' jiggy wit it
The way that booty bounce
Make me never wanna quit it
I’ll
on my arms
Tats in my face, my back and my arms (what)
Tats in my face, my back and my arms
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
A considerate brotha
Easy, feel me now
Feel me now baby, come on
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
Easy, yea, take it easy baby
Let your hair blow out,
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
at best
My art imitates crime
Paid for by
The allies
So invest
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy
the Louis skirt
The newest car, check it by a Louis card
How many bands until we know who we are
Baby, look in my eyes and tell me who we are
The newest car,
on me, You think you coming back to this girl you can't count on me , and I did it all by myself you know this time ain't free,
I just put these VVs on my
they don't hear me, though (hmm-mm)
Play that shit back, make 'em sit back 'cause we in this ho (hmm-mm)
Turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me
nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
case
Cause I was stealing out the cornucopia back in the day
But I would pay the $5.99 back
I kept the change and my dad got hella fuckin mad
Pissed off,
on my arms
Tats in my face, my back and my arms (what)
Tats in my face, my back and my arms
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round
the back
Ugh
Louis
Fendi or the Prada
Let me spoil you out
You know how to talk
But can you act it out?
I know what you're missin
You can have me now
Baby
Let's go to Vegas, hit California
Or Carolina where the southern breeze blows
You can take me to the moon and back
I can kick my boots off, relax in your
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
back like 2016
They tell me I'm chosen they envy me
Imma blow up by 2023
I'm going up told them this my year
Piña colada's, we drink no beer
Life getting
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