Lyrics:
bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I
you just look jaded, coz I dare say it
I don't care if they dismay, if they slay
If they pay no credit, no radio edit
Call me a medic coz I'm ill
You
the nineties
I loved Brazil
The OG Ronaldo
Rivaldo
Roberto Carlos
I liked
Barcelona in Spain
Juventus in Italy
AJAX
Celtic
Man U
Dortmund
And there's
A person
don't really see you people
What the fuck I look like
Making you niggas my equal
Two Glocks on me like Resident Evil
Im a badmon looking like Beenie Segel
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
renovated
Forget the top, Ima decapitate it
I'm level headed, but their heads are weighted
Like a table waitin' on a refill
I'm a starvin' man, but I've been
cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in
Meet gyal in the rave get love sick
Overcrowded but we don't jump ship
And I know a couple man that got jumped quick
I would never look for the fight
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
start with Mega Ran and my mega man Lars
Schaffer the Darklord, realytcracker
And beefyness of course 'cause they're all my favorite rappers
Sending
tell 'em I'm the man
I'd rather get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I'd rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I'd rather
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
and the iciest
The white boys say I'm righteous
Fucking right I'm a shot caller
The head honcho and the boss man
The big dog, not a Rottweiler
Getting swallowed by
of cards but I don't get credit
I told my girl don't you dare try and edit
She's my girl now but be so pathetic
Right now I'm lean and shredded
If you don't
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
my window)
Listening to my radio
(Ay Ay)
Everything's gonna be alright
Hmmmmmm
(Yeah)
Girl I go be the man
And I promise you I stand
(Promise you I
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L.A.
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
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