Lyrics:
no vespa, they score, Iniesta
(Bop)
Three sheets gone, what a mad run (Woosh)
Skin out your pum-pum like Spice
When the free prints come through
depending on me
I pour my heart in these beats
To soar up outta these streets
Pour victory bottles till liquor knocks
Us out on these sheets
I say it straight
'em out faster than
A first pitch pop fly
It was all thank yous, and huggin'
Could've sworn I smelled Rum on
The breath of the woman
Nonetheless, I gave
cool
Then ain't no one in here as cold as me
Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats and Mike fucking G
Appropriately fucking beats
MP3's all in my sheets
Busting
Sunday best
If I put you in a foreign
Baby, ain't no stalling
You can roll with me, it's blessed
Your energy
Freak in the sheets, lady in the streets
won't let that Black boy fly
His grandmother reminded him
"Son, you drive too fast"
Yet he, applies pressure to the gas
His grandma prays her baby
Clap your hands and catch a fly
Bite an apple, shut your eyes
Moisturize, your skin is dry
Goes the ringing of the bell
Tell your friends you're
know to do (yeah)
Yeah
You know what, you know to do
You know what, you know to do, yeah
Four in the mornin', ridin' on them white sheets (white)
trapping, just tryna survive (baow)
Nothing ain't dead, but I try
I owe that to all my niggas that's died (woosh)
Girl, where you wanna go? We can fly
ratings (stress)
Had to bad up the server yute
Try put two potatoes on this plastic plate ting (dickhead)
Says twelve on my canteen sheet
But I got like
you let it
but you can fly somewhere as high as you can see
but as you get older
remember these words, don't forget it
you can be anything that you want
sheets are spotted
She like it rough until it hurt and then I sleep inside it
By the pole I find a hoe, I like to order mine to go
I ain't really with
of the hit on the bit I eat like a piece of meat
I could leave the rest of sheet in the street so you could fucking eat
Take a look, take a hick men
TV shit hit the streets the real ballers come on
How you going run, when I know you can't hide
You could buy wings but you never going fly
Drop
and say hi
Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy
I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat
But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell
beats, between bed sheets)
Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style (leaving your car with red seats)
We make like fly swatters and smash pests
(Put peeps under
white gold ropes
Sleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes
Supreme to be exact you know I'm cooler than most
When God gave out coolness, I took a whole
where we stand
If you try you can walk on a rainbow
Dance on a waterfall
When you fall when you cry you will fly
You will walk on a rainbow
Dance
I gotta say, she's got a way
That's a bullet-proof style and an eighty-proof smile
Now she's got 'em all beat, so hang out the white sheet
But you
My sheets are tangled
Around my legs inside my room
I twist my angle
To free my thoughts and lose this tune
That?s been tugging from that night I
I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction.
Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing worse than being alone is when I'm not alone.
I am in
don't read in textbooks
The game, and they breed the best crooks
(At Hustla High)
I learned rhymin', that's why I flow hard (big)
Dope money and rap sheet
you got
Let me slip my quarters inside your slot to hit the jackpot
Rev me up Rev me up
My little buttercup
We can tug sheets snuggle up and get
picked the pink skirt out the corner of my eye,
By the exit posted up like a tack lookin' fly,
I tried to play it cool but I couldn't pretend,
So I
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