Lyrics:
best be prayin
I ain't eat you with this timbre
Or tamber ykna what I'm sayin
Missin lay In's
Shedding blocks
But never bust a quarterback
Slang
quarterback
To lead us to victory and even pick up the slack
The opposer know he's coming
Uh
They got a scheme
We took a beating before in order to save
Girl I ain't no quarterback
So I won't catch no feelings no
I won't catch no feelings no
Might as well just leave a note
But I ain't got no time for
I be like kei where the Tommy at
Shoot ya shit up have y'all running back
Bullets flying like a quarterback
I fuck ya bih she don't know how to act
We
a little pile
They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile
Run it, run it
I'm the quarterback
If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea
Against all ods I make all them o's
I'm quarterback but my dimes are throws
They call me money but I'd never fold
I'm stacking
a quarterback devil been sacked
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book
anscheinend büsst
Wir sind all black und all meine Brüder sind all back
Wir leiten das Game wie ein Quarterback chille am Abend und mache aus Geld Stacks Ein
play
I'm Going all the way
(But for my niggas I put on Everything)
I'm goin all the way
(I think I gotta quarterback arm)
For my nigga I throw it all
to sleep, he said that he gon' have a heart attack
The starter pack, I'm way too pretty for the quarterback
And when I spend that check I tell him "boy you
rings
Straight through the tire swing
Hang my title hopes
On every frozen rope
Can I be can I be can I be
Can I be the quarterback
They'll say
Can I have
the game all by myself can't rush the quarterback
Be a little selfish cuz I gotta get my racks up
Say it one more time for the haters in the back, yuh
Be
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
a light snack Ima do her like that
She a quarterback the way she throw it right back
She going on the demon time she looking fa sum trouble
She pouring up
go all day
I'm a give her a real good stay
Big money from that real estate
Shrimp then lobster then the steak
Quarterback yeah I make the plays
Winning
and doubled up my checks like I'm playing quarterback in Green Bay
Everywhere that I go she slide
Ride around with a ten in my ride
My girl got my flank
They
My nigga gave me the pack, like a quarterback and told me to run
I flip the pack, i got my money back
And i went, got some more
I went, got some more
Quarterback Killer Will bitch you know we savage
Pussy bare hare She fucks Roger Rabbits
Catch you in the open I just might pass it
Sabb Halo got gas bitch I
Früher war sie mal ein braves Mädchen
Renn' zum Schulbus weil ich wiedermal zu spät bin
Ich hab' die Sportlerbag
Ich bin der Quarterback
In meinem
I'm a quarterback
Hindsight, got me thinking I'm the cause of that
Just a youngin, damn
I was missing you
Did some shit I shouldn't do
Hoped to come
quarterbacks
No time for shit, just counting racks
Bags like grocery that's just facts
We see that boy, we spinning back
We working quick like cillet bang
Don't
hike touchback
Which center quarterback option returned
Denim pocket chain white
In jeans jacket blue short sleeve Togo
Rocketing gear launched
New
to crash
Pop a tag, I pop my shit
Could of been a quarterback, because I love to send a blitz
In the kitchen, cooking like some grits
99 overall
I cooked
Counting out my days,
It's a bigger number,
Every time i pick a number,
I always get caught up in my ways,
Feeling like the quarterback,
The ball up
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