Lyrics:
a call, I know the way you used to move yay
Now I gotta new Audemar with a blue face
Hoppin up in G-4 jet no suitcase
Whole new wardrobe in a new place
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
Yea
Yeaaa
Yeaa
I took a trip to the Atlantic
Move in the night i be batmanin
Niggas be spoiling bitches
But too much of that
Make you titanic
I dont
at the bottom of the Atlantic
Seething in a two-ply
Looking up through all that water
And the fishes swimming by
And I don't always feel lucky
But I'm smart
Park it up in my chest
Invest and rebrand
I don't want no mistakes
I don't want no regrets
I don't wanna see this things
I don't want shady friends
Whole
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
dammit
For the capitol we'll dump you in the Atlantic (Yeah)
Ya face need to fix up, pay up please, I need ya signature, uh
Forget ya message, identity
In the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent
Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's
witness
I'm grinnin so hard it look like it's a picnic
So icey entertainment in atlantic
I'm trapped in spanish for slayin them dragons
Nigga
I'm moving
take this shit further beyond Ye
I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I'm Beyoncé
Got a couple million in the bank right
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
cracked the signal to return
The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above
Poseidon the king and the wind his jester
Dancing with the Lightning
Gather round children, it's story time
Let me introduce you all to my main man Otto
He grew up in a garden out in front of a grotto
With 250,000
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
You could be my Bonnie I could be your Clyde (Yeah)
Cruising by the night partner in crime (Yeah)
We could live tropical
Nothing's impossible
Partner
seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
still in the trenches, getting chicken like a bunk bed I'm still stacking
Woke up in the trap
Atlantic Records on my back
Supposed to be in the studio
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamt a monsterous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through
like a quaker
But take the raincoats, for the oats
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
With butter, you slip up in the grits
By the time they pulled the bodies off, the water rushing in
We’d lost sight of the victory line, we were burning from within
The papers fell like
them in by the caseload
I'm a boss like Rozay
Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it
Just stacking up the paper
Went from
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
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