Lyrics:
We gone pull up to the pad, Slide
With a few bitches they in a Jag it's a vibe
She feeling on me and shit yeah I'm gripping on her thigh
Her friend
my grass don't amaze me no
Bags on her eyes like goyard
Expensive addictions go hard
Life fucked her over pornstar
Whip that shit keyless Mozart
Bags
Bag of schemes in the pad, flows there abundant
When i touch the mic i turn the crowd into gunman
Mans all torn and savaged, Bare brain damaged
The ends
Nigga this what I do
Said my brain got bigger
Then my bank did to
Drop Hit after Hit
Nigga this what I do
Pen, pad, pencil
Dog tags, whistle
All I need
pad, why y'all looking so mad?
If you want it come and get it, I'm here to stay, you're just a fad
You think I care about some fucking bank and some
keyless
I want this forever
We thumbing through cheddar
My nigga I got to go get it
Yea my nigga he hit me
He said they got 50
So fuck it
You know that I'm
shad
Inna bedroom, no me no rate no coward
This a no no fifty, so ride 'pon strad
Nah touch you when you a see your period
Me no waan see no pad, not
another day (keep on)
[Mack 10]
And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed
Starvin and sufferin from mental stress
Now
What's that talk? I don't touch that
I'm heating up no jump jacks
I was finessing on WhatsApp
He ain't with us he a suspect
Mm
They know I'm solid so fuck
pad
I said the flo touch sensitive ma really tho
We walk they light up like Billy Jean video
And my bar got Neon lights
So when I lick her I'm
pad
I said the flo touch sensitive ma really tho
We walk they light up like Billy Jean video
And my bar got Neon lights
So when I lick her I'm
much
Hey goldmember! Hey goldmember!
He's got a golden pad, he's super bad
hey goldmember! hey goldmember!
x4
Goldie, goldie, goldie, gold gold gold
Baby, baby, come 'round my pad, aye
Make a little sad face, make me feel a bad way
Baby, baby, come into my crib
Fuck her, yeah, I did, eat the pussy
paper, no pad, all I need to do is speak
Most of y'all niggas weak
Talking that gangster shit, you a civilian, you not in the streets
You niggas be capped
that's a blood puddle (Bitch)
I can hop on a beat
No pencil, no paper, no pad, all I need to do is speak
Most of y'all niggas weak
Talking that gangster
the opportunity to live woke us everyday, we took the good with the bad, the smiles with the sad but every single night, we'd put the pen to pad, throughout
It's Z E D to the Z
Write bars in my kitchen, bars in my bed
Write bars on the paper, bars in my head
Write bars with my key pad, bars with my pen
I
I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin'
I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin'
pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools
V12's ain't a thang, time to change your name
get a pen and pad, nine lyrics gon' fly
I'ma make the track cry, praising God in the sky
When nine preachers preaching nine sermons, telling nine lies
have to leave me this way?
I'm doin' bad, you don't wanna see me this way
I'm at the pad, tryin' to do my best
I'm so stressed and yes, I'm still
(Floor)
I'm learnin' from all my losses (Losses)
I am the player and coach (Coach)
Look at the dab, it's awesome (Awesome)
Grab your pad, take notes
you know what I'm saying?
We gonna get me a new pad, you know?
Maybe get me a Rolex
We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it's gonna be beautiful
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