Lyrics:
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
Never worked in
(thekain)
Pique Lebron James, enterrando nessa track
Chego com os meus manos já mandando aquele (Slatt!)
Na capa da Forbes, eu tava de Diesel
Eu não
Feel like James Bond
Swag on my fit like I'm James Bond
Hop in the whip like I'm James Bond
Driving the whip like I'm James Bond
Phone on my wrist
braids like Stevie Wonder
And I smaak you blind
Uber from Morningside
Phakathi inside
All gold, tamatie that’s sauce
King Forbes, karate this side
Chop
All of my girls are couture
All of my clothes are couture
Couture
You cannot get this in stores
All of my n****s on tours
All of my n****s on Forbes
Spurs Go
Hear me in the front row
RC Buford
Spurs up bigger than Houston
Dream team
David Robinson
Towers Twin
George Gervin
No xman
Iceman cool
Finger
it's seems
You wanted me top of list with the deans
I'm chasing Forbes now
Get ya score card
You was laughing when it hit the fan
But like rubber bands
it's seems
You wanted me top of list with the deans
I'm chasing Forbes now
Get ya score card
You was laughing when it hit the fan
But like rubber bands
bed, hip dads watch the wire, hip dads are likely new york timers, not forbes, but pitchfork readers, graphic designers, advertisers, website websiters,
like a river
Saint John
King James (Yebo)
Pro Kid (Yebo)
Lebron James (Yebo)
K. Forbes (Yebo)
Bruce Wayne (Yebo)
I got the jacket with the Michael
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out of Africa
Came the Garden of Eden
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out
Ruffin.
They say I’m cold on his hoes. David Ruffin.
It’s James Jones drugs on.
Meet your neighbor hoodlum.
They say I’m cold on these hoes.
I came up
Bond Sport (yeah-yeah)
Ich will den James Bond Sportwagen, Bitch (brrr)
Bitch, ich hab das Juicy Money, süßer Duft in der Luft, Douglas Money
Forbes
that I'm back
I'm coming back for more, and I got
Knocked down three times, go
Figure, winners, pick up the fourth
That's how you make it to Forbes, I
Harley David-son of a bitch
Get on my Harley, you daughter of a bitch
Harley David-son of a bitch
James Dean rode his Harley right into a ditch
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out of Africa
Came the Garden of Eden
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out
we'll be on the Forbes list
I've been feeling real love
No hate
But my mind
Tells me don't trust
Been rapping a lot because
I've been wanting much more
some ladies frames
She knows I'm a catch like David James
I'm a keeper like David James
Ask for the best and I'll say these names
Jemet, Dushane
I tried to tell a nigga chill
Call him David
Put the mess in the mada Copperfield
For real, niggas know the drill
Mommy on that molly while
She pop
She call me David Hasslehoff, the way that I be swimming in it
I been riding clean like a surfer I been wavy wit it (Uh)
And I'm on my fucking board
Damn she kinda cute
Aye you cute (thank you)
What you doing working in a place like this?
Boy I gotta pay my bills
You know? Mr. James a take care
hanging all in yo mentions (all in yo mentions)
Yea
Let me know you with this gang shit (gang gang)
I don't need you tryna run off doing David Blaine shit
Shirin David
Yo
Die sagen, dass ich ein Produkt bin, künstlich wie mein Hinteren
Doch ich bin eine Künstlerin, die Optik ist ein Blickfang
Die
David Banner nig- mic check, 1 2
I'm just going to get right to it luda!
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when
It come to getting lyrical
Murdering
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