Lyrics:
26 degrees he got cold off this heat check . Me and Johnny got the city poppin' nigga we next . I'm neck high in the game, you barely tryna
get your
better huddle up,
Counting these hundreds up hundreds up
I live by the code, nigga Money is a Must
She gone pop that ass for a nigga that’s real,
I’m
scarred; from the dirt
They going love you when you got some
They going to hate you when you lose some
You gotta be smart to act dumb
They gon chew out your
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
it on sativa
The harder your heart keep beating
Only feel bad while you're thinkin'
Pop pop pop like Pepsi Coke, the best we smoke
Plus the tan
run up a million
Niggas falling in love, getting caught in they feelings
Pull up your pants nigga get you a grip
Come get hit with this 40
Rap
we all pop wit Molly
They wanna know too much, get the fuck up out the lobby
Is you showin' love, or is you just tryna copy
They playin' wit my life,
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
Ohhh yah
Move outta way
I need to get it all by the way
Ohhh yah
Move outta way
They gonna keep on hating by the way
Ohhh yah
Better days are coming
J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your
Eat em up better eat your vegetables
‘Til there’s nothing left in your dinner bowl
Make the body happy
Make you feel good
(Eat ‘em up, yum!)
Meat is
too
'Cause I'm so into you (Oh, you better give your)
Love you like a lemon drop (Your sweet, sweet lovin')
Love you like an ice pop (Sweet, sweet
worlds collide
Parallel we stand, side by side
I see the world in colors, put our difference aside
And it's all love when these colors combine
And it's
Cause no pollution
When I'm drillin' it
Not even tootin'
My own horn
But I'm fuckin' better
Than the guys in porn
She my bubblegum
Stuck to my mind
I tell
they don't want the money or respect no more
Shit is sad bro
Reportin to ya live from the Clout Era
When I was younger rap used to sound better
I'll
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In
"Come by"
You tell me things changed and I know you lie
I came by last week, you said drive on up
And your pops came out talking all that stuff
Next
took the game by storm
And to top it off
We paid the cost just to pop
Now we popping off
Ain't a better duo than Chop and Frost
Knock it off
We broke
and your chick can go ahead and couple up
That shit is cute, we calling it puppy love
But you can't fuck with us
Y'all are some butter cups, soft ass honey
make s*** 'till it pop
Young Dom boy gotta make s*** 'till it pop
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
Love never felt no, no
Blood on the pills
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
if he tinted
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
So when it's over
on dat Narc Shyt
Woooooo
(Don't Let This Be TrU)
Opp Shyt Pop Shyt
U on dat Narc Shyt
(Man what I'm getting on my line
Better not be TrU man)
Never
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