Matthew Stafford (feat. KID Smitty)
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I got too much heart Bitch I do it large If it ain't the moon What you shooting for All the fakes around me Got me paranoid Smell the fear right on you Love the pheromones Zero to one hundred quick I'm Lamborghini Rich All my niggas stayed the same All these bitches came and went I done seen a lot of shit I hope they praying for the kid It's been so fucked lately Man I just need a win Damn I got these demons inside I got a freak in the ride I got a fourty I got a clip They just like peas in a pod Lil bitch geekin me now Foreal is you in or you out Ain't no more teetorin round The funniest thing that I ever heard Is you said that I needed you ahhhh I'm up And now look at you now ahhh On the road My son need a lot I ain't getting locked Diamonds for Every mile I walked Dip it in the rocks You dont want war I'm the general We ain't feeling ya Peeled off on her You aint chasing dreams It ain't appealing ahhh I got too much heart Bitch I do it large If it ain't the moon What you shooting for All the fakes around me Got me paranoid Smell the fear right on you Love the pheromones Zero to one hundred quick I'm Lamborghini Rich All my niggas stayed the same All these bitches came and went I done seen a lot of shit I hope they praying for the kid It's been so fucked lately Man I just need a win Damn Yeah I'm on a roll I'm gonna get it and go T. Rich you already know See that is my brother You f*ck with him Or you put Bread on his head Then you bitches are toast Never gon fold Yes I'll be doing this Until I'm old The coldest of cold Yet nobody knows Nobody knows But f*ck it I'm going for gold Yeah can't nobody ever do it Like I do it Cause they don't Work this hard And you know my mother Really proud Cause she mother fuckin Birthed a star Aye This the life we living Fucking right I did it Living out my visions I'm in the trenches And that is the difference Between us You bitches Are riding the benches I got too much heart Bitch I do it large If it ain't the moon What you shooting for All the fakes around me Got me paranoid Smell the fear right on you Love the pheromones Zero to one hundred quick I'm Lamborghini Rich All my niggas stayed the same All these bitches came and went I done seen a lot of shit I hope they praying for the kid It's been so fucked lately Man I just need a win Damn Now I said I been gunning For that number one and You been sleeping On the KID For too long If they want it They know Just where to come Get the smoke Cause bitch I'm ready to go I blow strong Listen I dont know enough About you to hate you But f*ck You getting on my nerves When you the underdog Aint nobody ever Finna take you on your word So you gotta prove em wrong Aye Then you gotta move along Aye Then you gotta be the Realest mother fucker To ever do it And put your whole city on I got too much heart Bitch I do it large If it ain't the moon What you shooting for All the fakes around me Got me paranoid Smell the fear right on you Love the pheromones Zero to one hundred quick I'm Lamborghini Rich All my niggas stayed the same All these bitches came and went I done seen a lot of shit I hope they praying for the kid It's been so fucked lately Man I just need a win Damn Counted out They been doubted me Fast forward The money counter Love the Sound of it I can't point out No one No hand outs I build this Ground up You owe me for that style My nigga F*ck paying homage Run it Told the world that I'm coming Uh They don't really wanna pop At us You brag a lot about drummin Uh Trubb aimin at your high hat Huh Baby mad that I left her Huh had to leave like Ebron Huh Beat down on em Fourth quarter lead With the team on my back Ain't no turning back now I got too much heart Bitch I do it large If it ain't the moon What you shooting for All the fakes around me Got me paranoid Smell the fear right on you Love the pheromones Zero to one hundred quick I'm Lamborghini Rich All my niggas stayed the same All these bitches came and went I done seen a lot of shit I hope they praying for the kid It's been so fucked lately Man I just need a win Damn Counted out They been doubted me Fast forward The money counter Love the Sound of it I can't point out No one No hand outs I build this Ground up You owe me for that style My nigga F*ck paying homage Run it
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