Lyrics:
many years your junior
"Many many years your junior" boy, say it with your chest
Banana tailpipe BS gets you an F on this test
Banana in the tailpipe? Yo
the Sagittarius A, prrr!
Little by little
I'm building my building
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing
stomach me the bub was lit
Bubbling like lava since a youngin, six
I was wondering yo what is up with this
Crazy ass world I gotta puff to live
That's when
money
Bagging up these O's like its honey cheerios
Bagging up these hoes like gimme 3 of those
Did I did I stutter I came from the gutter
Talkin to yo
cash
So I can bag it
Digital dash
Look like it's magic
Flip of the wrist
Honey turned static
I put my stamp
On yo bitches asses
It's just the brand
I
amounts
Now I whip cars around
Jason transporter in and
Out of town never out of bounds
Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me
Wanna give her carrots
And all that bitch do is call me all day
talkin' bout you: "Why the fuck do he don't want me?"
Yo Big this is Quita, Kenya told me she saw you and Shana
dick
Time is money honey and lemme tell u now ain't nobody wastin' it
Ooh yeah, look at the drip
Huh yeah, let's take a trip
Soju let's take sip
out and go the hardest
Go dumb go dumb go dumb lose control and go retarded
See I got my own steps and I got my own style
Overseas money honey me turn
and feeling wasted
Seems like everyone might die of being bored
And by "everyone" I mean me
So honey if yo
oh nwata miss
Ife ina eme mu oh oi
I be your body guard
You be my honey pie
Forever you and l
I swear l no dey lie
The way you shake your low waist oh
always, always)
Yo dirt, I'm living the hype
She pissed, she thinks I got
I slid, flip a little bit, and this triggered the lies
Now her friends have
diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I
in the life, it's just a day in the life
[Diamond]
It's just a day in the life (of three black men) (Repeat 3x)
Day two, yo check this out
went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips
Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit
But baby that's the only way, so...
You try to convince me that you are not the one
You say you feel weak, so you can't hold me now
I know yo too
matter what I do
I find myself locked up in thoughts of you
Over your kiss, I reminisce by sweet sunlight
And it's your titanic touch, that takes my
good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the official
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
niggas run back in a hurry, yo
Bumper ting bruck off and give me some honey
Can't grip broad EastEnder chicks, the twins like Ronny and Roxie
Run from
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