Lyrics:
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
Yeah (woo)
Yeah yeah
Uh, uh
Workin' dead end jobs 'til my girl off
Me and my baby broke, so we don't know what condoms are
The change my Mama
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
And we fly too)
Baby you deserve better than a line
Gucci and Prada toast to them days
I ain't have a dollar
I'll do anything that won't blow
Me outta ya
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly
the hood, we are chased by the billy
I got on my grind they'll callin' me ILLY
I don't fuck with these niggas they said that am silly
Top on the roof smoke
achieving
Overcoming I am never beaten
Battery in my back
Been there and back
And I'm backed by some
Billy Goats who know my stats
And they act on it
They
me by my name
Barber shop, nail shop, hair shop, the same
They say, "Leikeli, baby, when you make it big, come back"
That's why I named my first
wanna be loved by you
I wanna be loved by you
It's driving me crazy
I save my nudes instead of
Sending them to you
(It's driving me crazy)
Got an album
Og bong killa i ain't got much to say
Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray
Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze
Stay stoney two devils my
and socks.
She talks to the animals, as they walk by.
During sad movies, she'll always cry.
She'll never be tamed she's so wild and free
My baby's, sure
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction
Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
billy baby
You already shnow g
Davis gon' be fishin'
After taking home a trophy
The bills by a billy baby
You already snow
The 716 is ready
For the super
John Luther with the jeans
I'm by my money
L M N O with Ps
The women over me
I never seem to keep em
Can't keep that shit, yeah
Daredevil overseas
Baby, you know what It is
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so high
My eyes
She's my baby girl and she relies on me
Loves me too much, won't hide from me
She knows it's shit, I've got too many flies on me
Got spies on me,
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Dis ain't no Netflix and chill baby
Money on me
I get money
Keep it or leave it
Billy Jean... Michael Jackson
She want me to beat it
They didn't
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