Lyrics:
that’s that Dog Shit (got a good driver)
Got bitches nastier than hock-spit (saliva)
Nighas need to know I don’t talk I chalk it (bye bye ya)
Crib lit
i could do bad on my own
Turn a good girl to a savage, turn a basic bitch to a bad bitch
You think you lit but you a sad bitch
These niggas mad for
Yeah Dirmike, ABLE D
Bigger bag
Everybody dey hustle, all day and night
Men acholo cuddle, maka sapa go smile
Men ga adi raba tested, for the cart
ain’t gone die for me
Verse
She lit on the gram but in person she just another bitch
Flexing for these bitches shit gone turn you to another liq
Niggas
Traveling the world lit up cigar
Talking to myself like I know I'm going far
My life in one sentence I want more but I'm grateful
I love me too much to hate
ain’t gone die for me
Verse
She lit on the gram but in person she just another bitch
Flexing for these bitches shit gone turn you to another liq
Niggas
since i've been letting my hair down down
Niggas ain't interest me cuz they be on some bullshit
I'm fuckboy free but tonight i might be on your d
son where'd you find this?
I got it from the trap house
2 SUV's just to back out
Kraven taking week long trips
Bring the map out
Wanna get to know me
Transavia, geef mij geen ruimte
Want ik had je al gezegd ik
Maak 10 doezoe van een stuiver
Ik moet met het juiste
Bij mijn shows zie ik ze huilen
De lit'ste in
it
This a hip hopocalypse, na Pac aint die for this
Get poppin
Ya suck Blueface’s d***, but Russ ya talkin shit
Ya knockin, on a real ni**a hustlin
your bitch, now you can her back
Aye
A better tomorrow, that's we want (yuh)
Tobacco lit up with a c note (yuh)
Out in Venice, sipping vino
Cuban links
getting bigger
Got mansions up in the hills
But I ain't ready to quit
The party is way to lit
Nobody's ready to dip
And shawty up on my dick
I can tell that
Yeah lit in the city like downtown
Been kickin' shit like a roundhouse
Hit when you see me in the restaurant
Double on my cup from the waitress
do the most i be so high in my sleep
You'd think I overdosed
Bitch, I'm showin' love
'cross the city goin' coast to coast
Your bitch on IG
Like my
scratch (Phat)
I'm pourin' up fours, no flat
Stacks on deck
Got a choppa big as Soulja Boy in the back
Yeah, yeah, play, it get lit (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, my
ain't fabulous
It gets cold it heats up
When the candle is lit
And that's usually a funeral
And you get the killers with a bigger tool
It's a cycle they
qu'trop parlé serait dénué d'sens
J'laisse ton regard m'ensorceler
J'serai ton forcené
Nos âmes et nos corps unis
Sois à moi encore une nuit
Let me be your
Prometheus
It's all-good I do the same thing all the time
Oh this one is yours I thought it was mine
If it was a crime bars I'd be behind
And leave it round
Icobeats hol'up hol'up
Hol'up hol'up yeah hol'up
Les chaussettes d'la duchesse
Sont bien sèches hol'up hol'up
Tu t'demandes pourquoi ta meuf t'a
Yeah, look
Baby usually you'd be at the crib right now
Tell me why you actin like a kid right now
I know you think I'm trippin, I'm talkin
You never
comme flocons d'avoine
Je rêve que Marion Lepen mette le voile
Les produit's laitiers sont tes
Amis pour la vie
C'est ce que je rappel à ta
Feumeu quand
Keep the game lit 'till I burst into flames
Hit em' in the high, hit em' in the low
Every other rapper is stupid
So we know they name
I ride with
of the dark
Ne'er a lantern has been lit with
Oh so righteous a spark
When providence claimed continents
But provided us an ark
We moved north as awful
Freezing to death in this rain
I still remember the day
I never thought I'd remember your name
You said you would always be there
For me but you
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