Lyrics:
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil
expensive game (yeah)
I got expensive shooter (yeah)
He got expensive aim (yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (yeah)
That's an expensive name
I'm goin' hard
join
Do what I want when I want
Nigga you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin' lessons in it
Now I'm peelin'
one pan
'Cause I'mma be as hungry as the last man
A young but I'm the nigga with the damn plan
I keep it G like a crip in the '80s
And man I beat your
turn 'em out, knock 'em down, it's just that simple
Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple
She got a walk like she stalking
I'm teaching hoes how to turn tricks its pimpin in my vain
You scare yo hoe but really love dat bitch yo pimpin ain't the same
Claiming that you born
life
I'm too Latin for hip hop
And too hip hop for Latins
Till y'all figure it out I'ma keep rappin'
But that's okay (okay)
'Cause I'ma be
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
'ma keep it real, man, **** how they feel, man
If your feelin' ill, man, go, take a pill
I'ma keep this steel, man, straight at your grill, man
You can
(right)
Call me Young Johnny, call me Lil' Rittz
Even if I'm broke you could still feel rich
Hundred dollar bills, and the millions, brilliance
Gotta
I feel so lonesome I could cry
Count the hours as they roll by
It's day time now
I think I'll make a call
Hello long distance, calling long
give up, I keep goin
You wonder how these old-ass hoes keep hoein
It's the game; that's what I put in these women
From the beginnin to the endin
That's
friend, we're one.
Baby, it's funny how I can feel so sunny?
When you're beside me, we can fly!
Oh, we can fly!
Hey, Mr. Wind, just keep us
You see I don't sweat
These hoes I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos N' Jibos
Bitches just like to play the Merigo (yer we know drop the scenario)
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
the Wrong call, fuck I look like a Rookie,
I'm a vet, I'm the boss dawg
From L.A. to Vegas, Miami to Nassau, I been keepin' it pimpin', Lil nigga, now that's
shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my
Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Club action-packed all night
Jayson Tatum what I ball like
I be pimpin', got a lot of bad
I'm in the company of cowards
I'm in the company store
Bullet holes through the window
We can't keep this company up anymore
A bucket of beer,
I made it past security, a sauer in my cross-body
It come with the game, ain't no reason we should talk bout it
Low down dirty shame, what they did
Tomorrow could always be worse
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so Grand
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full
the eye boogers out my eye
What y'all tryna buy pimpin', why'know it's kinda dry
Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left
That'll last me through the year
this money
You want your issue, fuck you, push up on me
You ever seen me, pistol it was on me
Ready to handle business by my lonely
But I keep some
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