Lyrics:
cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
Comin' straight outta QB
dark hollow
Wit a bad model
City on e
Momma I'm free
Money by the ton
Why you mad and I'm having fun
My bitch got new hair
I'm rich don't you dare
Loud
If by chance I reach Fortune or Fame
I'll still be me
I'll be the same
U want catch me in those Fun & Games
I'll be worried with you (Forreal doe)
a pimp, time to have some fun
All these niggaz is really lame
Just talkin to a nig cause you like the game
Later on you gon' bite that
Bitch you know you
and levitate
What's around me like I'm Doctor Strange
Something strange grown men all bout fun and games
We like Static and Payne we doing major thangs nigga
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you good massage
I can be your everyting, you give me fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
don't like to play no games
I like to tag me
Aye, cause I'm a toe tagger
And I can't fuck with no bitch
He not a soul snatcher
I'm really posted on the R
another babe
Diamonds dancing on me
But ima stay the fucking same
Skirt out by your station
Cause I'm too quick I'll get away
Heard you got a problem with
bitch, you ain't cause you a duck
Quack, quack, the joker-ass nigga do this shit fun
Why you gotta fuck with me, lil joker-ass nigga
You don't ran out
the buck
I ain't tryna ride with niggas okay
Nah I can't get high wit niggas okay
I stand out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So
On the South, so I'm bout to come over
There on the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K
hearing they
Sayin my name
I don't get to hate
Surrounded by blame
They care for my game
I stay in my lane
I stay in my,,
Waves 'n pipes
Fives n gnar
Please...Please...Please...
Girls actin' like crazy, break it down and a ?wild real labour?
The way you want to freak with me, so smile like you're havin' fun
And I'll
Forces bring me back to floor
Travel by night with my feet feel'n sore
Corset honey wanna pick at my ear
Shit with them lips I don't really care
Not
of this shit, now let's end the discussion
All of a sudden you n***as is buggin'
You wound up with nothin' when you wanted somethin'
I am the n***a that
it right by my waistline
Verbal on the net can't buck me in flesh
Remy just tryna waste time
Summers day still let rain
No umbrella could save him
Defo
don’t give a fuck about your feelings
We came to tell it like it is
White n****s marchin’ with torches
My n****s guardin’ they porches
This ain't four
my dick if she gone want
These fucking fun bucks
Done been in the game too long
Ever since I was a young buck
Super glued up in the trap
No sir I can't
eyes
And I asked what's the fun in that
She all over my body, go back to two years ago by
The way that she throw it back
Throw it back
Yeah lil bitch,
Givitimy by the punnet Hunny bee
I'm one hunnid above a buck
Done ducking I covered up nothing but
Consumption in my liver
Fucking with my liberty
Now
Pull up your skirt
Do it like it's ’sposed be done
Ain’t no fun if the homies can't have none
And after we get to ya, get with ya
Get through ya, stick
at the same time
Don't worry about the rumours that a broad dish
When I ride around with the same guns Travolta had in Swordfish
So fall back like you lost ya
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
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