Lyrics:
go, let's go)
I don't want that bitch if she don't fuck in the stu', ayy (let's go)
She don't give me lip, but I need top like that toupee
End
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta
When I pull up in that maybach
You know I'm getting racks
Fendi on me baby
You know that I'm getting big racks
Loui on me baby
I disappear like
Tell that bitch get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck
(yeah, shh, shh)
Sweep the game right with a broom
Fit right in like I ain't new
I met that bitch in the morning
Fuck that bitch straight by the moon
acid on my tongue give me more it's so much fun
I roll molly roll a ton I roll molly like I'm the plug
I snort a line then I snort a bump drugs by
To hero
We no Dey do
Borrow borrow
Kuo asa wey fine
Like ini edo
Balling like
Odion ighalo
If money go
Give me fever
I no send
Whether nah high
Or yellow
If
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
and baby I don't take a day off
Ain't no breaks that ain't my kind of jazz
See I'm full of pizzazz I don't deal with bitch ass
I ain't hypnotized by no
(Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
stylist
I call it a passion for fashion
Uh, brand new Louis V up out the plastic
I'm talkin' shit that straight from Paris
Water on my wrist, bitch you
action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound
give her a check
We at the bank and we cashing fake checks
She was like Wesley, he taught me the best
That nigga lame, he be stressing his ex yeah, I am
you by surprise oh no (oh no no no)
Early morning early morning
Touchy body touchy body
Give me vibe for my melody
You occupy space for memory
Cause
you by surprise oh no (oh no no no)
Early morning early morning
Touchy body touchy body
Give me vibe for my melody
You occupy space for memory
Cause
Since I was young, been a mufuckin' mack, yeah
Long live Jack
Catch me a opp, put a bitch in the past
Money on his head, I ain't worried 'bout that
Give
girl
No
Don't give me lip baby girl
No
It's been trip baby girl
Shit
I'm on my shit baby girl
Yeah
This ain't a miss baby girl
No
Don't give me lip baby
Nigga, go kill somebody
Can't afford to have no even score
Long nights, Just me and Olay in that
Kitchen by that stove
I think that's the same reason why
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
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