Tommy Lee
Post Malone, Tyla Yaweh
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Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio (Ah, okay) You miss me? (Papa) Callin' me papa? (I want you papa) Aight (XL Eagle made it) I'll call you right back You always talkin' about it You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet I changed my color to Nipsey Blue Your racks looking small, that shit pitiful If you tryna get so physical That .45 will make you invisible I'm living my life like a criminal I call that shit first 48 We quite there's no one to blame, yeah My lawyer said we beat the case I'm living my life celebration I'm thanking the Lord I got patience I'm loving the way that she take it I bend it, I fold it, I flip it She bringing it back just to prove it I'm giving her work just to move it, yeah I'm living a life that I'm choosin', yeah I'm getting these racks, getting stupid, yeah You always talkin' about it You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet Pull up with a drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew, pew, p-pew) Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me Milli on wrist, ain't no rocks on me I'm pretty as f*ck, wanna copy me Damn I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit, wow I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch, wow I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip I know they can see I think that's pretty cool if you asking me Bugatti, no body roll Curtains in back of the candy Rolls I love when my lawyer calls I hate when I run outta smoke Pull up to the party Yeah we like to party I finish the bottle dog Get this bitch jumpin', no Mario Still shit's so hard Cigarettes, cough Bathroom stalls Please don't save my life, oh You always talkin' about it You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet Livin' life like a rockstar
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Written by: Austin Richard Post, Jared Scharff, Jacob Michael Diemler, Trevon Justin Campbell, Tyler Jamal Brown
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