Lyrics:
Pop out, at the night time, it's a night out
Life feelin' like baseball, I'm ready to strike out
You talkin' too much shit, bitch, you need to just
this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice
monetary gifts and congratulatory statements
I see you Mally Mal! Me I just wanna hit the mall and ball
Push open revolving doors
Pop in Footlocker and cop
breaking down when the shits was on E
Looking like a gift and a curse when we stayed by the curb It's the time I was giving you the D
Looking at the present
to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo
Mmm, Ayy
Yeah, Ayy
I go by Lena
New to the game nice to meet you
I'm in a new season
I like my chicken with seasoning
I'm Black and Filipina
I
niggas just chasing the clout
I can never switch
Swerve into lanes, there's a lot that we do
Slowing down is not allowed
I've had this lil gift since I was
I pop my shit, this ain't no cap[00:05.49]This ain't no gimmick[00:06.96]She want a ring[00:08.30]That pussy good[00:09.30]I'll take her
This was not what I signed up for. Andy screamed at me.
What do you mean? You told me you wanted me to write Christmas music! I yelled back.
I
comes the drums
There goes the drop
Redenbacher flow, I got that pop
I ain't got a baby, but this here a bop
Making double plays like a short stop
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
gift made room
It was sealed in the scriptures
It was destined for me in the womb
Mama knew that I was different
Only reason why I still do this
For
some raspberry runts
I always do what I please, Do what I want
This the life I choose
The better version
The best version
Longevity
Into the universe
might pop out at your city
Fly back home to JHB
And I might slide
Just like that
Or just like that
They on me
Lets get Innit
This version of me is way
Pop up your shit and go I cannot mess with no hoe
She want it fast but I want it slow
I done had it I been broke by a pro
Now I got money still feel
praying for you that you live long
Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jail, mom's screamin', "God take me"
This is your pop
Angriest peace sign
My gravesite's skyline, tye died
Red, orange, yellow, purple Nimbus 9s
Surrounded by the Mindnumbing stereotypical
Rolling with hits too
my scars again[01:17.25](She did me slime, can't believe she did this shit)[01:20.50]I know tomorrow not promised, so I get the bag by
And I'm drinking dualitea with lemon and ginger you fucking bitch
Okay okay
Let me start
I got heart
I got weed
Tastes like pop tart
I just need
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
mama at home with broken shower
All I can say is more power to you
I be on a plane back to my own tower
I been on a different version of trashy where I
know all about this song
The words were by an English guy
The music's Scandinavian
Wenceslas was five-foot-six
He kept his face unshaven
Though
the urge at night
Put end this subversive life
Praising lies by which you've sworn
Broke your promise to conform
Latest version of you unborn
So ugly
tried to stain me
For this life i gotta live
For my momma and pops
I gotta get it for my sis
For da bros we all winnin
As a team, its a gift
Get my
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