Lyrics:
Lamborghini truck, trap house wishes (trap house wishes)
I step in I blew a bag, I see bitches blowin' kisses
All that pressure, it wasn't nothin'
Some of em Wanna be me
I still got a couple wishes
Need a bottle and a genie
Takin trips to foreign places
Fuckin models in bikinis
Dam my life done
a fuck, that was the message sent
You always do this shit when I need to vent
She gotta bad attitude
She gotta bad attitude
She make me wanna dance
Mhm,
at me like a teacher
They hounding me, like desperate rappers waiting for a feature
I ain't saying I don't need you, I'm saying let's keep the pace
Should
Better than the rest
I keep it busy like I'm on mission
I get good ignition
I dont need bag to chase my wishes
I don't need no bitches
I don't need
Pushing and shoving no discussing
Hugging and loving im just fucking
Boomin is this they irrelevant
All of my wishes is coming im hella lit
The goal is
(Yeah!)
Still got my ambition, it hasn't diminished, i'm driven by my intuition
Speaking my wishes, into existence, promise you we 'gon get out
Tell me where you wanna go
Hold up! Don't tell me, I already know
Watch out, it's the Genie with the attitude (watch out!)
Three wishes, what I need
Surprise birthday party I didn't see this cake, comin'
I need this money like its EMA
You gotta separate the rats from the G's
If you can't handle cheese
See'mon baby
You know me I need a juicy-fruity
I could really sink my teeth into
You're so sweet (Yeah)
I get diabetes and my greetings
I just
C'mon baby
You know me I need a juicy-fruity
I could really sink my teeth into
You're so sweet (Yeah)
I get diabetes and my greetings
I just
They've got a fate they will start a new one, while
you only have superstitions quotas
They need to do something to stay in the town
Forgetting the wishes
diabetes that's what they said
The way he's living he's gonna end up like His f***ing dad
They say my attitude rude I need some A-D-D so they put
jerk off
Yeah Zack wishes he has the fucking raps that I fucking have
But he can't have them now
He is nothing but a fucking big fat ass bitch
Know body
cans, and rubber bands
Pour up, cup is fizzy
Just playin', sober as fuck
Don't need drugs no more, my mind trippy enough
Eat it up, read the lyrics,
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze, tell me what you need
All my diamonds bling bling, all my life dream dream
In a mood lately, but it ain't what it seems
ACKNOWELDING MY JOURNEY,
SO HE'S GRANTING MINE BEFORE ANOTHER MAN'S WISHES
STRIDE AFTER STRIDE, MILE AFTER METRE,
SINS HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN, WHY SHOULD I HARBOUR
from the branch, it's big pimpin' where you land
I see coward where you stand, ghetto zombies in a trance
I been eatin' diabetes and Cheetos for
attitude
Give that shit to somebody else
You know I got to move
With a gun inside my belt
Fuck you, bitch
I can do bad by myself
I'm cool with losing you
And by dissenting they mean the people that been descending
From places that aren't Europe, you're right, do something bout it
Oooh you need some paper for
I'm the man with a golden gun, black man under golden sun
I'm shinin', Jack Nicholson, wishes where my nickels went
Kisses on my mistletoes, did I
and never came back
Like I told you this girl is not worth it bro where the fuck are you"
She said I don't need to know your birthday to fuck you right
I
Brrr...B rrr... Brrr
I'm so Brrr, Brrr
Had to grab my fur, cos I'm Icy
Cold in my heart, but still wifey
Had an attitude, since the days I was
a test but on this mixtape I got the full set
And I got all the answers that prove that im the best
I dont need a gun strapped or a vest cause this shit
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