On The Road
Young Yas
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That's my words on road, on road Its just me and the mic on road, on road Yeah Don't check up on my feelings I left em back in morocco I don't wanna work 9-5 I wanna sign to the six I saw mom crying trust me nigga too many tears I've been broke trust me nigga too many years Don't you know about the lifestyle how it feels But you can spell Us without turst Quick reminder, I made money before i made friends I made her confess love, then she maid love to me I Left the whole gang back in the crib runing the trap I saw the devil with a pretty eyes fake tities Ain't even kidding, You know what i mean This whole industry is fake as her body I don't lose feellings til I nut Friends what friends i see snakes Venom in my glass, how yall see me under the glass Home doesn't feels like a home She said she needs me she needs my affection I don't give no bitch no attention Would you die for, would you die if i die would you slide for me, i don't think so If you want money, Birkins, AP's, Your man can bring those typa things to the table You my lady, enjoy the moment, I get bored so fast Don't rush things, don't tattoo my name on your things I don't know how i feel about you, My Feelings kinda mix I'm building my future, love hinders me For real, nobody is real For now, I don't Go down, You body amazes me You Ain't gotta ask so much questions I got you with my life, F*ck ubers I'll send you a whole RIRI Or some pink lambo truck, tell me what's your fav Don't waste time with those broke niggas They know you're my baby They can't handle the your lifestyle, your desires Girl i told you, i got you with my life Don't you even doubt about it, don't you Flew you out to my crib, red Dior dress I know, its your fav You're dealing with a libra Hot, fancy, 10k on my neck surfing, dodging the opps Imma be gentle with you, Not around The cops Them niggas hate on my way of living They're jalous baby ! I guess they ain't even living I made it, young boy, from the trenshes Form Morocco, money will never change who I am Still runing the trap with the same niggas Them ma bros, damn She ain't even wanna suck me on the first date She is a muslim and it's haram That's the pure love, i don't do no haiting You still my baby !! Dumb nigga rockin' like a rockstar I see yall clowns, under my bed, i guess 100 thous' Can You see what's up, i hit the drop, they miss the top I'm just right here sitting laughing on yall Fucking on yall, fuckk I told you i don't wanna work 9-5 Like f*ck this f*ck this bullshit We gotta make it, no cap That's my words on road, on road Its just me and the mic on road, on road Yeah
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