Lyrics:
"Alright, so Lakeyah you was explainin' me that you the female G.O.A.T."
(FOREVEROLLING) (Yeah)
"Well, that just means there's one thing to do
(J.R.) ayy
With me it's mostly action, I hate when it's too much talkin'
Lakeyah, what they pay? I send a hundred through Milwuakee
I tried
what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
Ayy, ayy, LaKeyah
Got a thing for them street niggas
Yeah
Lakeyah
(Reuel StopPlaying with these niggas)
Let Me Pop It
Aye
I got a Range in my yard, 180 on the dash
I'm riding in $300k, how you on my ass
"Oh, yeah
Is you ready?
Lakeyah said, 'It's my time' (Hitmaka)
I think they ready"
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
(Brr)
Ayy, Carti' on my
deposits
Ayy, Lakeyah (what's the word?)
What that chain cost? (A bird)
That's a serve, fuck it, kill 'em to the point of no return (step on 'em)
I put
Kylie Jenner, wanna have ah Minaj on Nicki
I'm back the man in the city' brought it out so ima spend it
Big flexer like Lakeyah' fuck the label, I'm
It be constantly following, on my momma
But I guess it's the side
Effects of the commas, gang
It's Lakeyah, the biggest flexer, YBIC
I'm different
My niggas play wit' tools
And I ain't squashin' shit if you a opp
You betta play it cool
Beefin' wit' Lakeyah
Betta find you somethin' safe to do
been laughing all day, these broke bitches crack me up (hold on, hold on, hold on)
Lakeyah (Gangsta)
Nice to meet you, it's Big Key to all them lil'
I'm cocky, wanna fuck you in the mirror (on God)
Actin' scared of the pussy, I'ma make him face his fear
Ayy, ayy, LaKeyah
Got a thing for them
Love my brother, Marc Gasol
Tell him that I got him if he ever wanna ball
How you go from hooping good, baby sell exotic dog
I was fucking with Lakeyah
Shout Lakeyah, working til my times up
I'm on edge like a nigga got a line up, I know
I got bases loaded bout to wind up
Tryna hit the big stage when
Wanna ménage with Minaj in the back of the bach
Fuck it, bring out Amber too, now that's a massive attack
I wanna freak with Bia Bia and Lakeyah
Them
talkin' 'bout shit
Doggin' these niggas every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick
Ice out my neck, and my wrist
He ain't
player shit I might just pull up in that caddy
Luh Tyler he say he want Jayda Wayda
Or a Rubi Rose
Baby J say he want Lakeyah or a Big Glo
(Ha ha ha ha
'round, what you got to show for that? (Huh)
Ayy, Lakeyah haulin' notes, no, I can't go for that (I can't go for that)
Broke nigga playin' rich, I'ma
Oh yeah
Is you ready?
Lakeyah said, "It's my time" (Hitmaka)
I think they ready
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr
Ayy, Carti' on my wrist, I
even fuck and can't forget me (he ain't fuck)
Said, "Lakeyah you the one", that's a fact, now buy that Fendi, nigga
Know a bitch bad, post a pic,
Lakeyah, you can never be Aaliyah
You can quote her and hers all day
And dress her dress to impress
The more you try
The more we abhor you
Because
don't mention Sprite
Latto come spend the night with me
Lakeyah too
I want y'all both but y'all can't play around me
And if the pussy good I'll probably
that we the wave
Her ass got Tsui vision
Lose control when she a nigga
Guess she really missy
I need BIc and I need Lakeyah
That's a GOcTED threesome
I
M's (some M's), in this crazy ass life that we live
Real recognize real, that's why I fuck with Lakeyah (that's why I fuck with Lakeyah)
Know some
on their heads in Dunks (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm puttin' points up in the pain and, bitch, I ain't gotta jump
Lakeyah
Yeah, you can't get enough (uh, cash)
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