Lyrics:
loose
Then I get a friend
With the benefits
Imma' fuck the whole group a team
Ay, ay, ay
Crop her out the fuckin' magazine
Ay, ay, ay
Imma' smoke a blunt
No no no no no no
We're not the same and we're not alike
We ain't in the same WhatsApp group (Group)
We don't even have the same interests
We don't
these bands and get these racks
I'mma stack my ps to the top now
And my bro he still smoke the loudest crop now
Rk Pulled up to the motive
Stepped in
arts and crafts
This is not a gang we don't bang this a group
DTG da label, watch ya cable we going thru the roof
I said, Bitch I'm onna different
in this rap group
We bout to go get these drinks and attack you
(We the infamous rappers in this rap group)
(We the..)
Okay tell my why these niggas
The weather so hot I could break it down
We hit a heatwave so just look around
Time to party grab yourself a drink
It's time to move so don't try
possible
Nah i'm cool as fuck
I suggest you dress for the weather bitch
It's whatever shit, whenever bitch
What a whore to a queen? Whatever bitch
I crop
feeling down in the weather
Hands up
I just want to ball out forever
Yeah they want me down but I could never
Now they come ask me are you better
But where
[Chubb Rock]
Chubb is a loveable Guy, not a Teddy Riley group
It deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup
I'm really not, and I don't really
Unpredictable weather could leave you
Dehydrated frost bitten washed away or either
Ran over by heavy traffic watch where you roam
Cause it's a challenge just
Cash On Delivery
Foxy ery-body watch me now
Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
I got one
my solitude (Solitude)
Never see me in a group
Solitude (Solitude)
Never see me with a clique
Solitude Solitude Solitude
Watch me blowing up
These
unpredictable weather could leave ya
Dehydrated frostbitten washed away or eitha
Ran ova by heavy traffic watch where you roam
Cuz its a challenge jus tryna
the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang
They knockin' my fame and biz' 'cause of rocks in my watch
If
On Delivery
Foxy ery-body watch me now
Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
I got one question for y'all,
farming
Like hold up let's bring the crop in
She in a crop top I'm looking at her Knockers
I know they fake but I ain't gon knock Her
Cause she look good
a lot
Got a couple singles, I'mma let em pop
Me, I'mma fuck it up, Storm's gonna fuck it up
Whatever the weather, you can put that on my watch, bae
I
Sunday and Wealthy
Crop the cross just right in the back of the selfie
Hot coffee, cool lobby the people are perfect
Dope pastor, fresh fashions & nobody's
see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57
pasta, with lobster spaghetti lasagna
Veronica, tinashe I'm off the drugs can't love ya
Just like a group a birds we fly together
I make it cold don't
trick like a treat
Weather seep it no sleep
Balling now I got ride or dies
Stalling bus how I want to die
Not stalking make me wanna cry
Squalling now I
stapler operating paperclips Ceiling shatterers oscillating in a wasteful bliss
We're slaughter housed cattle harvested crop for big pharmer
Products for
Just tell how I can go and explain the watch
They can steady think I'm lying but reality's not
Ima sell this dated clear face buy about four more
Well, the wind blows wild and the trees are flying,
old Scorpio's rising and the sky's on fire.
I strolled down to the water just to watch the boats
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