Lyrics:
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Put your feet down
Cause in my mind
No contact
Well I got her back
Failure
When the world is hacked
Don't know
Well i musn't act
Attitude
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard
on
Dick in her mouth while she teeth on
Digging her out with no heat on
Still a ghetto nigga white T on
Rob lil baby for like 10 million
Pull up on to his
kama raha in gano se tu yaar
Kamaya mene pyar or duniya bazaar
Gane nhi beche bcz kala se hai pyar
Sapnon ko dera mai kalam se aakar
mene kara hustle
on the grind for a long time, man
Constantly, constantly in the studio
Grinding, working on our craft
Constantly, constantly in the trap
Grinding, counting up
for fame
Balling down the court like Dame
They call me Tezé Bruce Wayne
After "Fool 4 You" it's like i got that Gotham fame
$150 with a 3% royal is
Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort
Ain't too many things I ain't done yet
I'm the king of this shit
Ground by the toilet
I'm just barley
Apple bottom jeans with your
Lil Gucci backpack
Don't stand there, admire my mac tac
Gift of gab, I never lacked that
In fact, when I whisper in your ears
lil' ass kicked
Niggaz laughed, til the first motherfucker got blas-ted
I put the nigga in his casket
and now they covering the bastard in plastic
I
Diamond in the rough, I'm the opposite of typical
Shawty looked at me and said, Lil' Trell, you are the pinnacle
Stay down till you come up, I been sticking
"I wanna start trapping
I wanna start capping
I wanna start hitting the studio"
I said "slow down a little bit, bro"
He said "holler, I wanna rock
to hop on a track
I knew niggas who thought they was tuff than a bitch
When they took it down south they did not make it back
I'm locked in the studio
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You ain't ridin' in
It's gon put ah buckshot threw yo lil brain
Like lil Wayne
I ain't got no ceilings but got nova cane
I done caught some cases look at everything I over
squeezing the mack to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when
2XX we purgin', in the studio, bitch you know I'm workin
Like the Prince of Persia, I pause time when I write these verses
I don't snatch no purses, I
or pain
Post and Lil Wayne, what is he sipping
They never listen, I don't do that
I just be spitting, I'm never quitting
Always I'm witting, think that I'm
burnin' beds (You know it)
Huh damn here we go again (Mmm)
I'm feelin' like Lil Wayne yeah I'm goin' in (I'm goin' in)
I be spoilin' my baby I overspend
bitch said she tryna have my baby
Fuckin with some songs im in the studio alone
Fuckin on some hoes
Boy that shit is gettin old
Playin with my money boy u
and that'll shank a hoe
One that'll do time for me, and say fuck the po'
Dog you know
[Lil Wayne]
Now Lil' Shorty in the twat have it hurtin and thumpin
They
Homie in the hood like "let me hold something"
Your mans in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him lil buddy froze up
All they be
bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time
Believe me is nothing
grindin' for a seat up at the table
Cause I know damn well that I won't be no fuckin' waiter
I been in the studio givin' it everything I got
But ain't no
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