Lyrics:
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
waiting on you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm
and yellow
Black and yellow
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
And bitches love me 'cause I'm fuckin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian, but
and smoke with you
I'm being serious, I'm not gone play or joke with you
Ain't lying now, we lying down because you know it's true
Please don't say you love
that's professionally installed
So I can see you in 3D your bodies got me enthralled
I'm losing patience
Every day that goes by
I might just end up going
fuckin' with X
You know, we roll so fuckin' deep
(Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street, niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't
just got lots of receipts girl might just drown if I get too deep
I can't love your ass cause you're ass too in love with the street give her ass back
Them Racks Up & Took My B!$$h To Lord & Taylor
Then I Bent Her Over In Some Milano Flip Flops (Milano)
I’m A Real N.I.G.G.A & You Just A Hip Hopper (Haa)
boy
We could be the sweetest team
Like a summer day with an ice cold Lacroix
Can't you see what I'm trying to say is
I got a love story and it's gotta
don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
the teacher becomes the student
And you start to realize I'm the youngin' you need to move with
Girls run up on me, tell me they love my music
Niggas try
Passing by yo house yeah I know im wrong
I know im wrong, but shit I wanna know
Who you laying with
Who you staying with
Who you praying with
If it aint me
and infected by this evil source with no remorse it loves the pain it Loves to mourn
Scars on my wrist you know I'm feeling this
I'm living this the devil sticks
muhfuckas it’s a bad habit
Yeen' smokin' what I’m smokin'
You on bad cabbage
I like to be loaded
I smoke by myself cause these niggas be holdin'
That ain’t
you better get your work up
Pull up in a Porsche drunk, back seat chauffeur
Taylor Gang in here, everybody know us
Hundred bottles, and there's more
fuckin'
My nigga, that ain't nothing new
I'm the nigga that your bitch come to
When she wanna cheat on you
I hella be tripping, too, but I got my bitches in
niggas hating on me, tell me what you see, you a fan (aye)
Swear I feel like Marty Mar with this shit, bitch I'm the man
I've been doing what I want while
(Holla @ your boy)
What you need baby?
Come on with it, come on with it
(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day, in the hallway
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick
Shit, where I'm from if you're out too late then you're playing with your life
Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in Brazil
My day ones'll see about
on is dangerous
Ooh, you can use some new arrangements
In the back I'm tryna move you up to A-list
And they know I'm reppin' Taylor to the grave
Catch me
and yellow
Black and yellow
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
And bitches love me 'cause I'm fuckin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian, but
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin' trunk nigga)
Magazine
honest
Free T
Until my nigga home
Make a opp nigga hit the road
Like he Marvin Jones
Chilling in his back yard again
Im like the new Tyrone
Huh
You can't
Waterguns, Ice Cream Truck, Cruisin' on the Dyno man
That's what's up Vintage sneaks, Taylor Chuck, bag on the bars man
That's what's up Candy bars with
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