Lyrics:
stuck in this cave
I've catered my cadence to shit on your favourite don
Man Look at my wrist
No rolly involved
I might hit a lick...
My petrol is low
My
flex it
Wont catch me stressing exs
Im flexing on my haters
No question bout it
I get catered too
No question bout it bout it
I can cater too
Hot sauce carolina reaper
Carry two tools like I'm Tomb Raider
I stay out of space like the innovators
Presidential suite where the food catered
tenderness and his power,
His strength, and add the passion between you and me,
This would be my perfect man, I mean, purposed and catered to me,
And my
like a skater (wow)
Smokin' KK in the paper (gas)
Big house smell like money and the food's all catered, uh (skrrt)
I remember you, you's a hater
Gucci bout everything I'm 2 G for my neighbors
That goes Beyond saying things
Shit I just want choo catered catered catered catered catered
Just don't
the sauce, take a shot at you haters (yeah)
We eatin', we all getting catered
My squad going major, I'm on a hiatus
Woo, I feel like I'm Conor McGregor
paper
All I do is eat and keep on eating like it’s catered
Everything a joke to me
He don’t want no smoke wit me
Pull up in a Audi dropping bodies don’t
on new pavement
I'll be at the ball you'll see me dancing when it's catered
Meet me at the strip for tease
Encore please
Amaze me with those hips from
Human life is an abstraction...
Catered to this planet
Higher planes never landin'
Trust me homie, you have it better
I'm Euclid with this matter
Geo
contagious ain't it
Imitation is contagious ain't it
That's why I'm saying
Asalaam alaikum to my haters
I'm getting paper
Knowing damn well
If I catered
the party was catered (catered)
We got fellas to my left (left)
Honies on my right (right)
We bring 'em both together, we got jukin' all night
Then after
the party was catered (catered)
We got fellas to my left (left)
Honies on my right (right)
We bring 'em both together, we got jukin' all night
Then after
Pass on by, let me get a look, yeah
That's all mine, and now you got me hooked, yeah
You a meal, I didn't know you catered
You so fine, just like
my miles in
I kinda want her but she think I’m player
I keep tweaking and texting her later
Invite her to dinner the meal it was catered
She thinks I
Walk on gators
(Walk on gators)
Food got catered
(Food got caterd)
10,000 hours
(10,000 hours)
I did my labor
(I did my labor)
Birthed these niggas
it catered
I ain't worried bout it deal with it later
All these bitches round me know I'm they favorite
I ain't worried bout em I gave my name away
about some paper
It's still fuck labor and I'm having so much flavor
You thought somebody catered
I don't gotta be concise
I'm a tell it how I like
We
catered
Make 'em throw it back for a real one son
Make it bounce and clap, like a night to remember
Whassuuuup
The demon got out again
Speakers at full
I'm feeling great
How he feeling
Think he feeling no love
Cuz he hating
How she feeling
She feel like she wanna
Feed me like it's catered
How I'm
It's somethings I don't have to have but I want to live a good life. Big house in the hills Ain't nothing catered I cook my own meals. You can be
Yeah
Hold up, hold up
Yeah, lets go
Gettin catered, thinking back to them days when I was the waiter
Now i'm tailored, rings on every finger like I
she Catered for me
How she suffered for me
My only love
My omidor
The Only one
I truely love
My omidor
My only love
The Only one
I truely love
Mama say
Spent the whole day smiling I'm a faker
God, the whole worlds dying over paper
I Wish I ate, all the plates that I've catered
Back to bed now
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