Lyrics:
of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin interview session
Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still
Packing her bags, they left the sailor girl
When she returned to find that she could love no one
Meeting her way through cheap bar and cafe
Expecting
And yu never raffle no belly
A one father not many
The Girl black, The boy black
How that fi mek a Chinese
Repeat Chorus
Verse :2
Stop confuse the youth
to 5 i don't like shirts with collars
I raffle to my second job and stack em up and count it
The starboy ain't moving for less than a million dollars
I
all this cash flow
Money all in my phone
Ballin like I'm apple
Always got my eyes on the prize like a raffle
Oh you been a bad girl
You a little Rascal
all this cash flow
Money all in my phone
Ballin like I'm apple
Always got my eyes on the prize like a raffle
Oh you been a bad girl
You a little Rascal
school lets propose a toast
Now tell me what it is that you love the most
Be careful with that shit girl you might overdose
Weed and the drink got me faded
we can spend our whole life
Up in the castle say they get money
We gon' get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them
Tickets like a raffle
the limit, I'm still testing the litmus
Go through every rule that's how you master old school
Breaking every rule that's how a breakthrough come true
Make up
tools, watch yo back at school
I'm aiming right at you
Higher than the moon
I keep my shoes on loose, just in case I'm in a duel
I be in my own lane,
School girl for you
School girl for me
Fishnets on, I write songs and sing poetry
School girl for you
School girl for me
I'm here in my room whenever
school girls (Yow)
Smoke crack, break rules, high school boys (Yow)
See cash, rush cash, high school girls (Yeah)
High school life (Come on)
Living that
no diss is getting to me
The other day homie say ain't mean to stop you
But who that girl you would talk to in high school
The one with the nice
Ali
If you called him Cassius Clay
After the name change
Treating rappers like I'm Jason Voorhees
With a universal door key
At a all girls dorm
Full
(Just show me where the weight, girl, and maybe I can get it)
(I ain't trippin' bout' none of that shit, I know you twisted)
(Coming out the cut
Cuz I am an asshole
That bitch a rascal
Like a kid up in the car seat
I be putting up a hassle
Spit game at ya mom and
Drop her number like raffle
Well on the day that I left school
I thought that I'd be pretty cool
And I'd move up to the city for awhile
So I'm sitting in this cafe
With a coffee
hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Well de amount a girls me have dem a wonder if me a father Abraham
Girls from Los
hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Well de amount a girls me have dem a wonder
If me a father Abraham
Girls from
of poison
Got bitches gettin tickets like a motherfuckin raffle
Gettin sturdy yes for surely we is never fragile
Rearrange the people I keep round me like
high school girls
Making more money than them high school kids
Tryna get attention my nigga
We been balling so hard, is when I found out high school was
first day of school fresh so all the girl look
And all my friends they tell me what's up
What's up
Then I head to the back take my seat and drink my milk
listening.
To the boys
Tim, Jaimme and Gab.
Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands.
Picked him up after school
Just make sure you're looking
back slow
And made us go through the back door
And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots
Leaving
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