Lyrics:
Fuck it i change it
I'm raising the bar with a bar
Bar stools
These rappers i got them dangling feet
But its not about that
Tell me your challenge
I don't know why man's
Calling me family all of a sudden like hmm
My mum don't know your mum
Stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I
a dirty stick
And if she fucking me
She fuck my mans
Can't love no dirty bitch
Sanz man what u on
But I'm not telling em shit
My niggas masked
niggas pop flied
Then ain't no point of you telling me no
I cannot relate, this is my record I'm setting it straight
Don't need a friendship man fuck all
know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about
know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about
working on counting them dividends
If he want problems, then I get belligerent
I run this game, man you just a participant
Tell me, you tryna get in
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
telling by these hating lames
Chicks in the place all arousing
Each one had me picture us vowing
You see lust may be where I'm floundering
Are they true
Like man was saying, bruv
Many nights man prayed, bruv
Somewhere someone's gonna help me through this, man
Someone is gonna help bring me out
for peace
I need to grow up get wise
I can tell you're telling lies when I look in your eyes
Baby tell me what's the plan and what the plan implies
Baby
that
Baal, I'm askin' you a question
Could you kind of channel somebody for me
It's the only man on Earth who I'm afraid of as a victim, you see
Master,
dem take that back
My young boy kway tryna make it back
I'm telling her snap me an make it clap
She telling me sub to her only Fans
Why them man tryna
at the movies
If I'm heated I'm off to get Caribou Lou to cool me
Created by Tech Nizzle and T. Wizzle one high day
We mixed it up and then I say we treat
Diego
I'm still in effect, and I'm still doin the huevo
I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo
Man, you can't tell me nothin' about the juego
I
me no
When your voice is in my bed, you telling me go
All these voices on my left, then right
Made the choice and you'll be mine by the end
I tried dialing information (Mr. Telephone Man)
I can't get no cooperation (Mr. Telephone Man)
Her sister's on the phone telling me my baby ain't
with my line
I try to dial her number
I get a click every time
Some strange man is on the
Telephone
He keeps telling me my baby
Ain't home
She got no
I tried dialing information (Mr. Telephone Man)
I can't get no cooperation (Mr. Telephone Man)
Her sister's on the phone telling me my baby ain't
I tried dialing information (Mr. Telephone Man)
I can't get no cooperation (Mr. Telephone Man)
Her sister's on the phone telling me my baby ain't
straight no chase,
cnd if you don't get it by now,
It ain't no way,
Way, way, way
(HOOK)
Now you're telling me sorry,
You couldn't give me the time,
again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could,
She a tell a nigga everything to get
when mi try fi do better now me count the money like bank teller kile dem thick Arnold swachnigger, smoke some weed bible leaf a mi wrizzler sorrounded
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
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