Lyrics:
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
Double G's in my haircut w
My headass
Gotta lil bitch from the Bronx she say deadass
(Ay)
Louis v
Ain't getting no raffles for these so
Get yo bucks up
Leo I want you on my body
But I want a trio
Man call yo friend over
Baby let her know what we know
And man these influencers ink their body
For 15k
anyplace
And if that sounds heretical, my source is
Pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven
The Sermon on the Mount
You haven't found any answers for
Yourself
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
Ka-chicka-chicka Ka-chicka-chicka-good
Things come to those who wait
But too late my life's to great to wait
I wanna, celebrate good times, c'mon
Livin lovin,
You know
I respect your hustle but your not nothing but trouble
Babygirl your only here for the ride
So what I'm saying is
I'm too good for you
baby don't need you baby you in the way of my grind
You know them bitches ain't no good they bad for your health
Keep fuckin' round with them fuck
the mountains
Features up, no, i can't do a thousand
What's good, BabyTron? Tap yo baby in
In the club with some sticks like the Navy in
Big guns too, it ain't
I'm dying
The shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher
Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas
'Cause my life too private, my ride
rather wait
If I give you my emotion, first day, fuck you gon' chase?
I'm a pimp by nature, baby, in and out the state
So I play games, lead you on ad
my heart wild
Pretty good looking
Caught my attention
Pretty good looking
Broke all the conventions
Pretty good looking
With your baby brown eyes
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
The player of the ball and Louis slippers had to do 'em
My bucket list was livin' good and goin' to hell and I'm halfway through it
Slide me a check
I've been vibing all day
Getting high sipping on Bombay
By the bay with your bae while she giving me top
Nothings for free
What'd I say
It's still
so for real, I can't even sing in falsetto
The Dolce & Gabbana, Marcelo Burlon
Just left Sierra Leone for my future baby momma
Somebody go tell
that you would never hurt me
I know you got a real good heart
Too bad they're talking for nothing
Trying for nothing
Cuz nothing's gonna stop our
fancy girl (Oh you fancy)
DJ run it back for the dancing girls (Oh they dancing)
Where all my bitches that know they're pretty (Whea dey at)
Where all my
Yeah you ain't got nothing prove
Baby you fine
You is beautiful
And girl you sexy
You make me ooo too
You picture perfect
You got that view too
Im trynna
nothing at all, now I'm making ruckus
If it's 808s involved, just hit play and bump it
Yesterday my baby called, and I think she love it
Yeah I think she
with ya nigga
Staying in my lane
I feel like Peter Parker
Tell me where the Mary Jane
First name basis
Plug know me by Dayne
Life is great God is good
So
do this shit for you,
Glock parties in the crib you know why we left the school
Magazine too long had it sticking out my backpack mmhmm
This baby
I’m here for a good time
No stress and no bad vibes
D dog dem in some bad ride
Man pocket fat and it feel fine
Champagne poppin
Spliff man ah roll up
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