Lyrics:
the purple, roll seven up, like Fournette
Flow as hard as Squirtles, our ways tight, as corsets
Cold as club penguin, we the blessed they beg to score less
So
for me
I ain't even near done yet
I'm surprised I ain't win yet
Run it up on 'em apex
Stay ten toes like fournette
Loyalty and more sex
More money
sick
Another day, another night so lit
Regret, relapse, repent
Forgive, forget (Forget)
Running up the hash Leonard Fournette
Counting up the magic,
27 Racks inside the jeans
Like Fournette how she running thru the team
I stay on my shit
Niggas busy chasin after hoes
I make deposits
Ima take off
the mall, I'm just gone buy it
I don't care about tags
I cannot believe you cuffed that hoe because she been a strag
Link he say he balling like Fournette
He
everything but the kitchen sink
4 zips in my cup Dak Prescott
Blowin' on 7 grams that Leonard Fournette
Got a brick of Wock from the West Coast
And he tryna
brought it back like she nursin someone health
I cop a jag, ain’t in Jacksonville, Fournette
Leonard, you couldn’t leap my cash if you were a leopard
and say I don't smoke
I want all the smoke like I'm Leonard Fournette, aw yes
22 years old, ain't left the house yet, man
I say I'm 22 years old, ain't left
since the onset, but these boys don't get the point until to my arm stretch,
Touchdown like Fournette push down your fortress it’s ironic I promised
& play at night
Where the bloodshed
Cast to the side, never see me as a asset (nope)
I'm runnin wit the Bucs
So my name should be fournette
Fast as I
as flat
cs any rapper you can read without a need to run it back Genius do it for the net
cnd they coming back for me with the speed of Fournette see this
and yea before that
You tourtis I run like Fournette
I put the whole team on my back
You play wit me you gon' get stretched
Fuck wit me I'll make you stress
let my name Brett
I be running shit, Leonard Fournette
Bitch, it's me or him, ain't no contest
Off a tab, synthetic sunset
Cookin' stir fry, ain't no
The Boul
Banga
Jul my big brotha he rockin I'm rollin
They think I'm Fournette cuz the way I be totin
Naw I'm just trippin don't think nothin of it
Leonard Fournette
Name me a flower that grew in the dark, get yo' ass up better find that spark
Shine on the people like chip skylark, but let me hear your
Running up the numbers
Leonard Fournette pace
Flying straight past the outermost and
Forget space uh huh
777
Yeah God is perfect He reigns on from Heaven
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