Lyrics:
Benjamin's we be count up racks
Provin em wrong, makin a hit with these songs
Countin them twins and they long, shoot me a video need me a drone
I just be
up my brain
I can't fuck with all of y'all, I'm tightenin' up my game
Come too far for me to complain
No one came as hard as I done came, fasho
I
Save our Love (Pull The Plug)
Words & Melody by London Thompson Copyright 2020 Pure Bliss Publishing (ASCAP)
Please wake me up
I must be dreaming
these kick's
Pull up on me Nigga's wrap you'r head up like a bonet
Nigga's be some bitches, Nigga really fucking stop it
I pull up on ya run your pockets,
glew up and got up
Don't comment on my Instagram unless you tryna fuck
Me n twin
Let me in, everybody know I'm him
And if it's beef you better know you
bring you home
Drive a little bit throw a C.D. on
Ride a little bit find something we agree upon
Me and you girl we ain’t so different
Insecurity
ngã cũng không thể ngăn được tao
Gucci bag hay Prada
Make them bitches shut up
Like the Thompson, like
Tony Montana
60 From the Ground! Aye
60 From
You the only thing up on my appetite
You send my blood pressure
To the satellite
You got me thinking bout you when I nap at night
You Got me high
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back,
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back,
(come on)
Sing it with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin', intertwinig' with
now
Hoe really gonna switch up
But I got my dick sucked, by her twin sister (Yeah)
Got my big twin chopper
Bitch need a doctor, cause I let it blow like
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
500 CC!
Take yo whole catalogue watch it only move me 3 feet
Sparring like Bruce Lee so I could wet em through a CD
You a pseudo flexer flex again imma
motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer
Currently the journey be
Irking me but certainly
It only proves I'm worth it See
Mothafucking currency
Red 32 mothafuckas
You about to see
I'm a good
a fuck, I'm like, "So what?"
I might drink me a bottle of 'sado and throw up
You drinkin' Moscato, you wanna be sober
Like I went to the crib, I'm
on the phone so I hung up
Been making shorty cum from the come up
Kaytra and Aminé, we the summer (true)
Gettin' sex in the city like I'm Sarah
And my twin
better than liars if
You're thinkin' I give a fuck
Fuck with me or one of my people
Die in a drive-by via truck (Brr)
Don't test me, i will break your
will come after me,
Let him deny himself and take up his cross, and follow me
Billy Graham
Jesus said unto His disciples, ‘If any man will come
with me
Speeding with you by my side
But where my brothers be
And keep me in the loop like I'm CC'd
And I need a CC
Your tuning in I'm not talking TV
You
C-O-A-S-T
That's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the industry is
the hundred take it one by one
This is ragga with the inspiration
I can only sing of destruction today
'Cause my people are shedding blood everywhere
There is
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