Lyrics:
glock in my pocket, I said she could pop it
But she'd rather pop something else on my lap
She loving my style and the way that I rap
Cartier glasses with
Yeah G nineteen on my lap ya RG
Ya ya G nineteen in my bag yeah woah
Walked in with da pack woah
I said walked in wit da pack ah
G nineteen on my lap
servin' P's off the Fisker
The way the jewelry dance
Bitches wanna tip us
Got the spot jammin' all fuckin' summer
How they miss us? Faggot ass Chauncey
Why
One two three go
Last of a dyin' breed on the path to find
A lamb layin’ in the lap of a lion
Laughing and crying with a magnifyin'
Glass to rewind
on every post
I know a girl who got dreams to impress her father who was never around
Daddy daughter dance she hidden in the crowd
Same girl got her life
Ooh, sad, killed it
Runnin' laps on niggas like it's track and field
Niggas love to hate cause I get racks for real
Known to keep the peace but I
the best Mexican from here to O.C
Back to Tenn-a-key money is the remedy
Currently currency hashtag cash season
Bags used to get laughed at get lap dance
and painted
The scenery in his mind
Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap
He heard a loud
Show me how to breathe again
Give me a reason to end
This pain and all the suffer
Is there something, can I wait?
It's hard to believe again
Is it
and gray
There was a chill in the air and a pain in my heart
And the thunder it was coming my way
Oh, it was looking pretty bad and I was so alone
baby girl, Hey let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin to hit the club
Yeah they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan,
baby girl, Hey let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin to hit the club
Yeah they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan,
around you
We're gonna dance all night
Maybe I was dreaming
You were never leaving
Maybe I've been hoping too long
To have you by my side
By my side
Oh, by
when you freaky like that
Ooh wee, on the cool coming through from the back
Ooh wee, I love to watch you dance on my lap
Ooh wee, uh ooh wee
Ooh
a canvas
That's why I'm Motivated By Pain
I use the music as an outlet
They don't even feel my pain
They just watch how I make things happen
Tryna stay safe
Yeah he all about the money
That's how we get down
Got a bag ready for me
Every time I come around
Been trapping by the pound
Been trapping by
lap in public no I am not Santa (Oh ho)
And don’t ever ever think about flashing cameras (Oh no)
I got bands in my, dance shawty pop it do a dance on my
Invite her to the trap, then she sat up on my lap
Told her not to yap, but then I saw me on her snap
She love me for my drip mane
She said just the tip
the same
if you were in my shoes.
I court to two,
ambivalent to who's.
Sidewalk spinner
shaking off my blues.
A lap dance pirouette
could start a new
is coming and your Bag is mine to take
I know I'm bittersweet with revenge by my waist
No running contest
But your doing laps
Like its a race
Try
can be yourself you just to learn how to adapt
Never go by what you hear you got to look at the facts
Getting jiggy and shorty want to dance with me
She
how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin' it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she
how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin' it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
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