From Ha Momma
D Slay
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fill my Duffel with them comma's, Go get my marijuana Hit the airport where I'm going, Oh, a trip to Bahamas I ain't stressin' about them bitches, I know my bitch a rider And her hair long and she thick she got her ass from her momma Uh, where the f*ck I'm going? Uh, yeah These niggas lame and they bogus, In case you ain't notice I put it in motion no notion, She tried to come around But she left when I ain't have it, It's tragic, I really should let that bitch have it Ain't talkin' static with them automatics, I'm talkin' about givin' her back to the streets I met a nigga and seen him get blicked the next day, nigga, that's why I walk with my heat It's young D Slay, they done woke up the beast, All of them niggas who turned they back on me Remember I was on the brink and I ain't have no money, Them bitches, they really ain't want me Had to lean back, like I'm on oxycodone, They still be hatin', the world finna know me Them boys, baloney, they fake and, they really be phony A nigga try keepin' his distance, You see my pockets, they gettin' on XXL But a nigga still be on his fitness, She arch her back like lil shawty, a gymnast Or some' I'm too high to think of other options Do right by you and you do right by me, If you cross me, you know that I'm bustin' your noggin Yeah, uh Fill my duffel with them commas, Go get my marijuana Hit the airport where I'm going, Oh, a trip to Bahamas I ain't stressin' bout them bitches, I know my bitch a rider And her hair long and she thick, she got her ass from her momma And this time I'm actually talkin' my shit on these niggas, I ain't doin' no singin' shit, f*ck niggas Murder the beats, I be stretching em' my flow impeccable Like that bitch just can't be kissed F*ck nigga shot his shot, that nigga got it blocked With my bitch he a dust head, call him Basquiat I'm the one that they watch when I step out on the scene G Fazoes on me, they clean I'm the one they can't stop, I'm goin' crazy like D.Y Flow on a milly, swear my flow been illy Bitch, I feel like my name T.I Can't no lame nigga say that he feel me I be starvin', I eat on the track a lot You can't drive bitches, so I be crashin' them all Gone sell out arenas, I ball like Arenas Earned all my stripes with no deal from Adidas I tried to tell niggas I'm up in my mode She back it up, she got it from her momma She got a nigga, gon' lose his control I might let her rock my chain and designer Face is a 10, and her body like woah I might just make that girl my baby mama Lately, young nigga been feelin' like fewtch Told her let's skip the Bahamas, go f*ck up some commas Spend that bread on a brand new llama Even if you flood your crib with designer, boy, F*ck yo lil Prada, made that in a week You took that bitch up to Nobu, ain't yo boo I spent that lil shit on my new Yohji sneaks I hit the club with the money, I'm doin' my dance with the blues Watch it, draw out the freaks Keep 34 like I'm Giannis, I'm honest My bro hold 43, I got Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me Thanos wit me
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