Lyrics:
Yeah, ooh
(Van Gogh)
Yeah, yeah, shit
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her knockin all
rollin up out of here
Roll a splif in the whip
Push to start clutch shift
Stud like I'm Studebaker
Bih don't know where to take ya
And your wasting
All
(Do it, do it)
I understand that time is runnin' out; I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy, but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum
on the floor because I said so
Everybody's buying this song, it came out a year ago
Different title, different artist, same 4 chords
Generic pop song baby
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
bitches getting touched
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
don't slouch
Be there in a minute, I'm in route
Gucci low tops ankles out
Whole danm clip hanging out
Shit you should be doing don't announce
Free my
me I looked sexy
Lord I'm fucking out here
And fuck these other guys who feel like aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah
Look at the shit that I'm on
I got these
the cheddar
Bitch I'm talking irons
Y'all niggas corny
& these studs they really fuckin lyin
That's why I'm seated in the front
That's why I'm first in line
I'm
breaker
Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter
Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer
The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em
I'm a guitar player like
[Chorus: x4]
"I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me"
Check it out
Good Morning Viet-Com, I'm back
HUH! It's me again
Is it
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
the bands by getting on em (woah, woah woah woah
Wrap it like a bonnet on the head be the pro pouncer
Life will give you lemons if you literally listen (Take
labor
You calling me out across the street
Like I'm your neighbor, watch your behavior
Your mom's favorite flavor
I pray to Jesus cause he is my savior
Every time that i spit, murder (kill shit)
I been getting it, killing it man i'm just serious
Pussy ass niggas they curious
Pull up in a four by four
Yea
hurting 4 real
Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real
Fuck a nigga it is what it is
In that field you get hurt or get killed
I’m better off by myself eating a meal
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
business
We get his lo, we tryna spin his bin
Just like a clock, send like 30 shots
We like the warriors on they on block
I'm out the top with a four fifth,
We getting to the paper
We getting to the bag
We getting to the money
Bread winners
Fresh out the oven
Get a taste of this Bk stud muffin
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