Lyrics:
Mo ti gbowo lo
Mo ti gbowo lo
Gbowo lo
Mo ti jaye lo
Jaye lo
Mo ti gbowo lo
Them no fit bypass mi
Mo ti bo mo wan lowo
Mo ti gbowo lo
Gbowo lo
Mo ti
time to fuck around
So bypass the clock when it's time to go at it
So we can pop em off if the chumps want static
Me and my crew, me and my crew we
Hop on the charts and I shoot yeah
This is the way that we move, yeah
At night we coming alive
We cannot let this shit slide
Bypass
Ride with
on my niggaz for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's
through
I'm getting steezy off our vibe but it's all amends
Look up in her eyes and she said I'm the best
And she seeing all the stars like I am the check
account, bypass the two-step
Don't disrespect, punch made, that's gon' lead you straight to death
24 hours on a computer, I'ma scan my ass to death
If they
Did you hear that?
Lord Jacob Rawchild
That that that goes hard
Tell me do you hear this
Make the blood drip when I check off my hit list
Tell me
Gimmie time to think
Check the dash I just pulled off
Laughing to the bank
Check the dash bypass
Hit the gas triple digits
Fuck class fuck school
Couldn't
bypass, look I buy paths
(I bypass on a fat ass, no, no, no look)
I bypass, I've been wrecking mics
I bypass, I've been
I've been wrecking mics since
a real one keeping shit in check
Some things i cannot seem to fix
But i always know that i am blessed
You know i don't consider you my girlfriend
but i
She a real one keeping shit in check
Some things i cannot seem to fix
But i always know that i am blessed
You know i don't consider you my girlfriend
(Oooh...)
If we were two birds,
Would we nest together
Or watch our tree fall?
'Cause I'm bouncing off the wall
Trying to think of an answer
To your
two, one two, check it out
All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone
Get a little while in the pen, still hold the throne
Blood is the same for us
Take off
Take off
Take off on you
Take off
Take off
Take off
Take off on you
Take off
Shorty ass so far need a lap dance
Shorty used to be fat
this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla
bypass a lil nigga you wont checking
Went and hopped right off the porch got to flexing
You tried to double back and park but I was reckless
I start
to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label
Sip the ladle drank the burn begging for dead
Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
Ah, excuse me everybody, please listen up
I do need your attention
Ladies and gentlemen (Set it off, man)
Check Check me out Check Check Check me out
I lash
I am in effects you cannot bypass
Bitch, I'm in a movie, dog, imax
It isn't a trailer, guy, why trash
Ears to my record, 'cause I got it on wax
that check, yeah, VVS my neck, yeah
She so wet, I just jumped off the jet
Pretty boy flex (ay)
Pretty boy drip (ay)
Walk up in the club with that
that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm
I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check
G Check
G Check
G Check
G Check
G Check
internet-a-tosis
Startin rumors, check the tabloids
Caught a Blaze haze, maybe Source hemerrhoids (ouch)
Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
At a show catch
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