American Muscles
OnlyBobbyLee
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I'm clocking out like Flavor Flav This gold on my neck do amazing things Bitch we aint scared Doing donuts in rain Got red in my eyes I can't hide all of this pain Switching my style cuz they biting my shit Fronto and I'm lighting the shit Dress well and she like it and shit She just call it enticing and shit God damn How do I manage I aint waiting I'm upping my standards Guapanese and they don't understand it Got some dough and a nigga just fanned it Shoot movies a nigga just panned it Everything double they coming in tandem Everything double niggas in trouble American fleece and American muscle I can't back down I got a sack now I can't back down I got a We can't back down I got a sack now We can't back down I got a I got a I got a I got a sack now We can't back down We can't back down We can't I can't back down I got a sack now Dropped yo friends bout bread Ask me bout what love cost No harm No foul The game been the game It aint no love lost Im mindin my mind Getting closer to lofts Nah The real ones nigga Jet out to jersey Sicilian with me Make a killing with bud Bro killing with Whitney I told him to chill But he thinking I'm silly Working my work And still sucking a titty Blind leading blind But I they can feel me Braille nipples on the Brazilian wit me Stay in your lane What I did up in Tiffany's Dressing room action That perc gave me energy Say she a fan Imma f*ck her like ten of me Shoot to the uber It smell like dispensary Moving and grooving still shoot at an enemy I'm watchin they movement They thinking I'm stupid When I came in this bitch I came as a student You aint using your brain then you planning to lose it F*ck all that talking boy show me them racks Niggas got lapped and turned into rats Caught on the fork these niggas some dorks Trying to be so important they end up court Yeah I was the one I was the one that trap in the sun I was the one the son of a gun I was the one who fucked on a nun Yeah Kid that did F*ck on that bitch then punch her a wig My niggas is scamming your niggas is pigs Pull up in your town prolly leave with a ten Healthy Wealthy Young rich and success Paper on my pedestal I'm so far a head of you You fly and handsome All my diamonds dancing Trapping out a mansion I'm thinking expansion It was told to you and it was told to me That a bad thick bitch would propose to me But I can't marry her because money married to me And if I die right now my sons inherit the cheese
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Written by: Anthony Bryant, Bobby Caldwell, Donovan Davenport
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