Lyrics:
I think she showed her homies
Why? cause all the homies on me
Ayo all the digital gunna have to do for now
But imma break it down when I get by your
on a new world
In love wit the Nina, I don't need a new girl
Shit off the dome got me feeling like JuiceWrld
She ain't eating it right if she don't make me
bye
So much smoke In the sky, ya bitch wanna get high, so I told her, "fly"
Like damn, girl, you so fine, oh, my, lemme slide by in ya timeline
But just
a fucking artiste, Artest, with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the,
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
Girl if ah could hang by Hell no what a slap on my face
I know why 'cause I fell, Imma tell you again money is love
No choice had show up my moms
Shannon
Did this beat so dirty, I need a napkin
Baby, you wanna get together? I'm asking
She showed me that ass, she had me racked in
Miss me with
the beach cooked by Landry's
Old heads say I'm dressing sharp but I'm not Shannon
Girl you a cutie you must only eat mandarins
I almost came first, I'm like
Before me was the Atlantic waves to a home in Tennessee
And I left behind me the girl I love, she's the Rose of Castlerea
She may not have been a beauty
them lips
and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin' about how she fuck by the way she part them lips
and let me look at that tongue, get it?
That girl
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
spend it, man
Chopper gon' fuck let it bang, bus'
I put liquid swords in the party van
Pull out your mortgage, I'm making money
Fam i do the Shannon dance
at the palace nigga
I'm at chevron on Buffington nigga
Joy riding and hustling nigga
Fettuccine like the tropical cuisine
I'm on the nat by Mr. Everything
She
See by now I know your girl dun' told you she lovee the sound of my voice
They say, "Drama, we like when you talk that shit"
So I guess your chick
This girl to my left
She just lost her Momma and she's drinking to forget
Seventeen going on twenty
Why we so damaged and empty
People lying on the floor
I've crashed landed
Formerly know as brandon I've evolved into a monster never seen before on the planet
Game sharper than Shannon
Imma skip your
Respects to eevee
She was the best
But why is this girl sending pics of her breasts
Prom date, Mia
She coming back
And my girl Jasmyn
She throwing it
eyes a young girl got on board at Willow Springs
She was bearing child and I didn't see a ring
I'm on my way to Memphis she said through trembling lips
Yeah, girl, you so sexy do
As she just lay at your feet
I wanna see what's under there
There now put it in the air
Yeah, load it on my macbook air
the flow
I can be your passport, tell me where you wanna go
Girl, don't be shy you won't know if you never try, try, try
When you walk by you're the only
shake and reggaetón, and some puerto rican rum
A thong and a pair of pumps to freak it when she's drunk
And it's done, I got it all recorded by the tons
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
Pull up windows tented rockstar life John Lennon
Pull up on your bitch I bet that she get in it
She say you just had a lambo but your shit was rented
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