Lyrics:
outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I respect it and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no
outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I respect it and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no
you for the first time took you by surprise
Felt something for you knew a girl like you was hard to find yeah one a kind
Started spending everyday
Ayy ayy, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop it radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you!
Ya'll don't wanna lose again
Lot of people here felt
Tonight like
it's hard to see through the guap?
I been through a lot (yeah, yeah), and I made it
All thanks up to God (thank you God)
Niggas hating, 'cause they
on me
If you lot waste your time tryna find me
It's fine by me
And if you lot end up losin' your lives
Then it's fine by me
It's fine, it's fine,
Whole lotta money on me
Designer my food got designer on me
Lot of it
Lot of it
Lot of it
Lot of it
By now you should know how im coming
Can't walk out
God said I love you
Then I said I love you too
Romans five twenty
Got a lot of grace too
Uh
Got a lot of Grace too
Uh uh
Got a lot of Grace too
Aye
Saved by the bell that slater shit
Cocky
Tabernacle
We got them pounds whole lot of weed
We got them pounds whole lot of weed
We got them pounds whole
a woman
And as long as I may live
Ooh, you're
Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot
a woman
And as long as I may live
Ooh, you're
Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot
Right here this about 2000 by it's self now
Headed for the money (mhmm)
Take a look at my watch
Got a lot of honeys (mhmm)
They like the way that I bop
she's got a lot in common
With the rest of the girls that you already callin
She gets jealous when you get a late call
And she also likes to spend
a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you just like a child, girl
You know I've
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
by the way
Whole body on chill by the way
You want beef bought a grill by the way
By the way, by the way
Word to no limit I'm a soldier
got the bread
I'm with my team
Whole squad clean, smelling like green
Not drugs, cash. You can smell it when we pass
So, the hoes on our ass. We ain't paying for no
combine
You really got a lot to say but you got no
Got no spine
Uh, yeah
Talk a lot say a lot but you got no spine
Uh, yeah
Talk a lot say a lot but you
Listen mister I won't waste your time
I hope all the mistakes you made were a lot like mine
Lovin' girls too much sometimes they made you cry
to fucking no making lovin mm girl you hit the spot
I’m on the way to my estate but I feel a little lost
We by the bay next to LA but I tend to think a lot
couldnt breathe neither could George Floyd
Some cops they be coniving like you up to no good
wearing no hood
Dash cam prove Maurice Granted was unnarmed
holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I I wonder what's that worth
I I wonder if you ever knew that you
Was a role
on a
Cool level we can talk, but if you live lies
Through material-fertilized eyes and
Fantasize then walk
I use my vocals like chalk to sketch
The picture
Watch the days go by
Pull up on me
Pull up on me If you man enough
(Nigga)
Nigga pull up on me if you man enough
Bitch I feel like Curry how I cook it up
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