Lyrics:
Gotta gimme the big dogs or shit'll get tossed
Coz I'm gon' fuck up the little league
Gotta gimme the big dogs or shit'll get tossed
Coz I'm gon' fuck up
Now, I hate fake people, that get legal
With all the immigrants talking about we ain't equal
We ain't the same people, say the same people
That taking
I come from immigrants man I know I had to make it
My present something new I'ma give you something crazy
Y'all be posting guns but it's known that
And going to the league is tough
So after I signed your basketball I said
"Keep it up!"
But instead of lacin' sneakers up
I was keepin' them heaters tucked
My
They say I love to look for hate
No,you love to hate us
Just look up it's all around us
I'm over protective let's discuss this
Let's backtrack
Like
lives decrease
If Justice is blind
Silk sash over their eyes
Digitize vocal sounds
Protective disguise
Then genders neutral pronouns
Are the tones
me)
Uh, look, now check it
You ain't gotta get automatically naked
You can be real selective, be real protective
There's many different ways that
Hotboy diamonds keep me cold in the summer time
Heard he lead the league in assist cuz he droppin dimes
Focus on these checks and these blue strips
an immigrant
We're just immigrants at work mm
Shining with the sunlight with sixty yards on your backside
A hundred miles on each rap line
Couldn't cover
Made a dollar bill
Straight from 50 cents
Son of immigrants
Turned to richerness
I gotta have it
It's something like your twitter mentions
Yea that boy
midget league, beginner slaughter
I'm not drownin', I'm wadin' in the water
Killin' off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
I got horses on my PJ's
Yeah, I am feeling no emergency, no insurgency
Getting you undressed, using courtesy
You're outta my league, there's no modesty
I'm taking you with
account
Identity
The league of youth
Coming backward at me
Thirty Frames a second
Say who you are
Go back to father
Father where's my food?
You
account
Identity
The league of youth
Coming backward at me
Thirty frames a second
Say who you are
Go back to father
Father where's my food?
You
Look, young rich nigga shit
Pops was an immigrant lifestyle ill legit
But know I own businesses
Started out the trunk
Ended up at the dealership
All gold
wondering
What was gonna make it better
Broken bones heal when you set them right
Get your fine tooth comb from the barbicide
Our love's a protective
from the barbicide
Our love's a protective poison
But you are your mother's child
And she'll keep you for a while
One day you'll be grown, then
i'm out of your league, and
How can i beef with a vegan?
You ain't right
Gonna show you tonight
You Ain't right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It takes all
The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
you regret it but i can not best them
You're way out my league and you ease my depression
I think this is real i'm not even pretending
I know i'm
you're lyin
Pop a fuckin pill and it feels like I'm flyin
Missin you a lot, yeah it feels like I'm dyin
You're out my league, yeah I don't know why I'm
broken
Sympathetic immunities
Considering respectful privileges
Sacrificing corporate duties
Proposing associations
Detecting mortifications
Protective
Not over protective bih I'm a liar
You preaching right back to the quire
Mile high club like frequent flyer
Each conversation get a bit higher
Spark it
wondering
What was gonna make it better
Broken bones heal when you set them right
Get your fine tooth comb from the barbicide
Our love's a protective
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