Lyrics:
baby.
If not that then you can try my buffet baby.
I'll be serving you up, overflowing your cup.
Put that roast in your oven, until you can't get
And it's still fuck 12
Why Yu on dat op shit
Nigga I can't trust a soul
Yea bitch I'ma ghost
Yu can keep dat love
Baby girl Yu do da most
Drink it by my self
nigga on the come up
Now I'm just stacking my funds up
Had to come back on the remix
Remember when I first made this and I thought I wouldn't be shit
Now
my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why
My unborn son
To be like my daddy
I want my
my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why
My unborn son
To be like my daddy
I want my
kno' what it is bro
It's BD Kid be home soon! 10 months
Lets go! man you kno' what it is
How long you been gone for now bro?
Sigh I been gone for 2'
rava
12 tens amp along with speaka
With Dj cutin it with a crosvader
Frazerr
All up in that coustic guitar
Gota tell u i neva thought i wud makit this
the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In
I love y'all to death
Even the haters be startin' to rep
Say what you wanna, you noddin' your head
You come to my show and you put up your hands
I ain't tryn be anotha brotha on da undercova tryan be another man I don't understand that looks dumber then a muthafucka why you playin what's yo
19 in my Nina, red dot when I ride up (woo)
Hundred deep in that KOD
King Of Diamonds, that's me, nigga
No, you bitches can't hit my weed
Choppers
Fuck the whole industry you tried to get rid of me?
Y'all must be kidding me y'all must be kidding me
Aye yo fuck the whole industry come
'm to the field, I feel like Pablo (one on one)
One on one, slap a thousand of them, dry slow (one on one)
12 can't stop shit, I feel like Ralo (uh-uh), yeah
Real
'm to the field, I feel like Pablo (one on one)
One on one, slap a thousand of them, dry slow (one on one)
12 can't stop shit, I feel like Ralo (uh-uh), yeah
Real
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I
And I can't be carried by 6 (I cant)
I gotta be judged by 12 (Damn)
If they ain give my brother a bail (My brother a bail)
We was gone send the judge
my hips
If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips
By the way if you see my Dad
Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag
(Chorus)
Hi,
finna spin again)
Say he wanna be famous, put him on FOX 5, ayy (say he wanna be famous)
And I ride with the mob, you can check out mob ties (you know
around us need a smoke by the pound bruh
I'm good so why the fuck you still coming around for
You serious?
Man these ho's crazy
Aye I used to be like
The world gone know yo name, I'ma make sure that they scream it
You think you could pull some strings and get God on the remix?
I should hit Yati-Mu, see if
can't live with it
Take me closer to the pit
Part of me will always be a part of you
Got shit to do
Can't focus on the blue
That Heisenberg abuse
I
Of Town
That's Why They Call Me Teddy Bend Her Ass Down
I Be Like Como Te Llama Lil Mama, Me llamo Pain, What Is Ya Name
I'm Feelin Yo Vibe
And I'm Hopin U
can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous
I can’t let you handle me
All my niggas dangerous
I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be
I
about that line
I'm not tryna pressure you
Just can't stop thinking of you
You ain't even really gotta
Be my girlfriend
Just give me your number babe
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