Lyrics:
getting live
Watch this (yes), ball slide, get low (low)
Got that, come on, baby, I keep up (up)
Love that, send it to me, back it up
And I'm
Guess you didn't wanna run with a rich nigga
You see me coming up
Baby girl you know you should've been a queen
But you were threatened by the presence
from the prints
And the King of kings told me that I am a prince
That crown on His head so you know that He thuggin'
I'm thumbing through racks as they
cabasa on the beat
Platinum record we run things
Things don’t run we you know
What am saying check it out
We dey gidi here for you o
We dey run things
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
(Ain't nobody scared of no police)
(Hey!) I'm in a foreign with my old baby
(Hey!) I'm
can't take no grass
To fill up mi rass
I can't take no loss because I need my Moss
Quietize, run we in a jam this is it, peace
Now, you do all that other
the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I
good stuff
Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain from a late night feature
The government is run by the beast
em up, Get em up, Get em up like
A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks
Tell my label to cut the check I'ma gone spend it up
their friend?
We gonna go down south
Some of that south funk, you know what I'm saying?
What you really know about the dirty south?
Ha ha, check this out
to this king shit
I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh
Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe
Too G not to grab the door and take a peek
I got dick for
niggas talkin and I only hear it
Remember here to bust America
This is what we overcame
What we overcome baby
It's on the street, ain't gotta be seen
OBN,
On my way to glory baby I see you later
Ain't nobody promise this, please check my accomplishments
Better find your nitch, cause you ridin' in the wrong
Whats Poppin they call me King Smooth
I be just chillin always on tha move
I be just vyben just slide wit me too
We hit it like baby just me
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
saying
I hope you having fun with that bitch nigga
Guess you didn't wanna run with a rich nigga
You see me coming up
Baby girl you know you should've
Run up a check like, wow, relay
I'm on top right now
Gettin' top from a thot, can't talk right now, yeah, yeah
Just don't talk to me (Just don't
sneaky, hookup
Ball in my court, baby you need to check up
Yeah heartbreaks, heartbreaks I just wanna run away
Yeah heartbreaks, heartbreaks I just wanna
the pressure
And ready to make your baby momma's eyes wetter
We act the fool like in club dreams
? ? ? full of ghetto bitches, and them knockout kings
Me
And ready to make your baby momma's eyes wetter
We act the fool like in club dreams
??? full of ghetto bitches, and them knockout kings
Me and my
the good vibes
Electric love is in sight
My friends right by my side
We're all really down to ride
Gigs and all the invites (uh huh)
Run us that coin we
Gurreante she feeling me yes indeed yeah yeah
Flip it to reality now they see yeah yeah
Use to be a dream I'm a king yeah yeah
Every move has it's
you try ?
Why would you try?
Why would you try?
You playing checkers...I'm playing chess
Yo girl see the drip and she be like oh yes
Run up on me
She a baby gangsta, Kodie Shane
(Maybach Music)
Roll one up, no Backwoods
Swishers, yes
Let's get this money
What kinda shoes dem is you got on?
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