Lyrics:
the trap like he Stewie
(Uh, yeah) trap hot, wheels got hot
So we slid in the Matchbox
Shoot through the windows
We gave him a backdrop
Making her back fold
knew this was right for me It was absolutely the dream it was an amazing sensation now I'm making my own creations music and instrumental isn't
Let me tell you all a little story bout this kid
Who’s always by himself because cannot fit in
And follow ls his rules refuses to listen
In his room
jeans in your apparel?
If you tweak, you tweak with all of us
Who's career you really fucking up?
Making music in the closet with his homie, bet he suck
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
We The Best Music
Special cloth alert
DJ Khaled
Still playing with them M's (M's), thinking like a felon (felon)
Hope Shakir Stewart see me
sell by the dozen
She call me a boy but she know that I'm fucking
And I'm making her cream when she speaking in Russian
Love to hit from the back cause
sell by the dozen
She call me a boy but she know that I'm fucking
And I'm making her cream when she speaking in Russian
Love to hit from the back cause
Whoa whoa
Do do do do do
Yeah
Yeah
Yo,
Tell me fellas have you seen her? (seen her)
It was about five minutes ago
When I seen the hottest
cold feet Im going in
Im going in all you suckers you making me do it
Dont bump my music as i loose it ya gotta be stupid
Either that or just clueless
making two
We rise into the sun
Look, we rise into the sun
Yeah, look, we rise into the sun
You never told me what to do
But this music is the key to being
the money comin’ in
It’s funny how things changed
Feel like Drake, all my niggas got big rings (Got big rings)
Started making music back in 5th grade
Always
maids-a-milking dancing to punk music on the front lawn but they've now been joined by your friends the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the antics of the whole lot
never losing I run how you pedal
Cant let y’all down I’m moving on schedule
His head getting big and it making my lead drool
I go so dumb I need
care if they notice me
Flows on flows on flows man I'm going deep
All by myself making dolo cheese
Pour up a four of the Actavis
Smokin stinky like
do not Know who Carry is
Carry his
Problem to borrow
Brothers get pop by tomorrow
I'm in the Himalayas with the Bottle
Niggas was at the Apollo
5 years since I wrote this song
And here I am once again back in pretty much the same place
I don't really wanna be here again In another 5 years
It's
On my grind making noise even when I'm overseas
They gon kick you when you're down but when you up the one they need
Hit the gucci store in Florence
All because I’m going loco
F L O the logo
Making hits by the boatload
Watch close like it’s slow mo
She gone swallow it like fro yo
But her friend fuck
grams stashed in the dash with no seeds in it
How you think I pop out with that cash? I'm receiving it
How you think I made off with five thousand by
to touch it
I just waste too much time on these bitches now I'm chasing riches they focused they eyes tryna see
Putting my all in my music you better go tune
They telling me stop making them sad songs uh uh
They don't never ask me where the sad songs come from
Grew up listening to moose and scoota going
pouring up this damn cup
Yeah my brother wipe his nose like he wiping up some damn snot
Yeah that boy stopped dropping music yeah he knows he's a damn flop
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