Lyrics:
too grown for
I'm just too grown for that, too grown for that
I don't like it when you're standing by me
And you tryna sneak over and stand behind me
I
and the half's
Seal it up in a zip loc bag
And move it fast
I got my Bonnie
With the Nina
And the mask
We ain't playing
Shooting shit like jays
We just want them
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
over just by having you in mind.
Mend that fight - oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall.
Mend that fight - it's all twisted
a double cup
Yea my bullets gon glide
If its up its stuck
Choppa stay right on my side
Hit you, uppercut
Might just go and put him on a damn stage
Make some
got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my
down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they
Ooouuu, damn them drugs kickin', ooouuu, why my mind different
As time go by, I been focused, I don't feel nothin'
All this rage inside, I'ma turn this pain
Fly high dont die in the fight
Flow like a vice and I keep it tight
I aint got no kryptonite
Im off the Walter white
Smokin like im Jesse with the water
em with the mission
Got em looking at the clock
(what time it is)
I ain’t no joke, but I’m going knock knock
(who’s there?)
I got the stick, aye, just
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it
Reynolds
Fuck around and pay my rent
Off all chemicals
I just bought like 50 bowls nun identical
It get critical
I need all cash don't do digital
Listen, I
girl)
Yeah
So now you see where I`m comin` from baby?
(Got me kickin` and movin` all around)
Hopin` you, uh, just want to love you love
Every day,
on her wall like she aint gotta move
Ferragamo boots, I’m kickin shit like Cristiano got all types to choose
I’m so specific got Pacific bitches by
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
feels too long.
Baby, take off those stilettos,
Just lay back, it's you and me.
I'm kickin' it with my baby,
Kickin' it with my baby
(It's a Sunday
this bitch and this niggas singin
Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin
rotisserie chicken
That barbeque kickin its kickin its kickin its kickin its
If you're here for a fright then you're in the wrong place
I'm a guy selling meats
(And)
I got dreams but they go by like they always be never
Guess it kinda was clever (kinda was clever)
Baby I've been kickin myself in the face
Livin
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once you look at it
You know (Really do)
They don't
This time, I'm not gonna force it
I'ma let it just flow
I'ma let this love flow, because when you try to force love
then that's when some other stuff
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
smoke out da onion
I been kickin big shit like a punt
Og in my leaf I don't fuck wit da runtz
I just want da fetti let me gone keep it g
Aint my fault
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