Lyrics:
(Miami)
I put in work, it was evident (it was)
I slide on your ass in a seven-deuce (I slide on 'em)
Come back on your bitch in a six-trey (woo)
advance
Run up on me and get blamed
The heat giving my hip a tan
Now they call me Hip-a tan
My lil bitch came from Japan
Shoot this boy out by his fam
I got
Known to get by gonna do it by myself
If I ever get rich imma divvy up the wealth
I been trying really hard to keep to myself
You cant find my bars
the hood on my ass
I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past
Now a nigga seein cash so fast, things change
Same bitch askin for a ride in the Range
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I'm
Boy, you not from this side
You can't chill with my guys
You thought that we was fried
Steve get-ah fuck
Go
Bitch I get big bucks
I do not give no fucks
Das it?
Chess not checkers
Try harder
I’m on mission to get to the chicken
BRRT BRRT where you at
You in the crib lonely as a bitch Screenshot’n onna
and bitch I know you heard it a few times
Spittin all these bars and bitch im spittin all these cool rhymes
Everybody listen the fuck up!
Get lit
Listen
deals
And we still out in that field
Got that nine tucking (Aye)
Shorty trying to play hard to get
But we stay lit
They come a dime a dozen
Twenties
lets try this one
Like Michael Angelo bitch how I major in art
Once I get a handle on beat
You can't hold a candle to me
It's my favorite part
I am so
Come on baby get in for a night drive
Take your chance I get lit in the night time
Free yourself and come into my damn mind
Speed it up we going fast
grip
I get fresh as a fuck
Just to go on a trip
My day going good
Finna roll up a zip
Get smoked by these FN Blue Tips
Banana clip
Spin a block then peal
Swish, I ain't with the politics
"A hoe never gets cold," you know what the motto is
Unless it's baguettes, diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sittin' in
White
Hundred schemes, hundred nights
A hundred ways to get paid like my nigga Tez would say
Bad bitch, she a boss, told her, put her bread away (Bread
the pimps
Eleven years old going hard on a bitch (hard on a bitch)
Bitches walking down the street tryna to get my grip
Everything she get, nigga, that's
cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinking
then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession
She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection
The pigs fly away in
passions
It's like life is just stuck in this boring ass little loop
Where you can't piss nobody off, or else you gonna get screwed
Always gotta play by
When nobody was there till I met you
Eye contact, bitch, our soul connected
Took you with me to the party, stayed by my side
Baby you understood
Baby yes
get you off my mind if I tried (hey)
Twenty-four seven, (three six five)
And my nights so cold (cold), days so long (long)
They say you don't know
Fucked up I can't be low
I won't face the music
All my problems
Melt the in snow
Last week got my heart broke by a bitch
So I'm bumping at this party
him die in his bed
Lay fuckin' with hoes, leave his bitch on read
Band on his head, head, hunnids get it back
Lil' bro gone, he ain't comin' back
Jay
I'm all about a bag can't buy a bitch one
I be all in mine
Man I worked hard for this
She want my time
I told her get in line
I go so hard in this
My
handle my business
And I know I really take it there so I try not to get in it
That seven eighty five was a bid thought I was finished
I did a lot of shit
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