Lyrics:
me make a call and have you wakin up in freezers
Take you all through hell nail clippers and some tweezers
Scalpels on the table i don’t think we even
way, yeah
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
way, yeah
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
Last time I checked my name was Lucidic
Now I'm pretty sure I got my old B yeah right beside me
What up Boo
I got a text it says
Battle of the sexes
and a sheet.
Now I don’t do well with haters. Leave ‘em dead and lacerated.
You just shouldn’t mess with Taylor. Don’t you meddle with me.
Look I’ll roll you
Babe, it's after midnight. Coming home sneaking in bed like
It wasn't just sunrise
Missing for twenty-four hours, have you seen him?
Tell me have you
you was in it for fun
This is what I get for giving niggas my love
This is what I get for giving niggas my trust
But boy you got me fucked up if I'm
in the place that I call home. Where I am able to relax and kick my feet up and get ready for the next day. And Kenneth, Kenneth loves me. He makes
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA 2017 ( ASCAP )
Verse 1
Now Shorty wanna ride with me and she ride for free
I provide the v and she slide with me When
you know love turn to hate
Got August out in LA
I pack my bag
And she ain't never seen me back in her place
I kept it cool
But this liquor got me
cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my boys
I
in on a sing ting
This real love never treat you like a fling ting
I got your number where's your phone I'll Make it ring ring
Late night baby tell
know the mafia
The realest mothafucka I swear
You know I promise ya
That's word life
The whole world love Keisha Plum
She got the dopest prom picture
washed away
Call me Arthur
Need redemption
Can you hear my pain?
Wash the blood from my hands
Make it rain
She broke my heart and it stands
I can’t heal
not make mistakes hoe
No questions, I just wanna get myself away from these tensions
Not to mention, no stressing
Got a breast by the hand its
Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love
certified
Glowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up
the rules, we make our own
I'm my own boss
I count my own money
I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it
And I'm sleazy as hell
Feel me?
Just got
make me like He can now
I realize it was leading up to you together the world
Ain't ready for what we do walking by you got my heart in light speed
I'm
leadership is here
Let me make this clear
I got a curriculum that will make a new generation appear
We so fearless
I love my people
Yo if we unite like we
ball when it's sunny
Niggas in the stu he rapping money, looking bummy
Like how the fuck you dissing me
And you ain't got no
You ain't got no
I was out
Bright smiles makes me happy
Modeliste: What is a collaboration which
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MGK: It would be pretty cool to do stage
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