Lyrics:
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
Planet 3 the fucking brand
We going to say that we called it count two hundred fifty grand
I aint going door to door
Make a mess and mop the floor
Heart
on a nigga like my name ketchup
Before you beef with me lil' nigga you better run the check up
I'm slidin' by your mama house in a brand new rental
These
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
your wife
She lose attraction fuck up your life
Matter fact, fuck that I live by the night
Brand new day that's a brand new life
If you want another, I'm
check the tag
Maybe that's why them bitches mad
Brand new Yeezy boots
She got crazy glutes
See her in her birthday suit
I'm switchin' up the route
Big
the lips, she talk up a storm
Ice out the wrist, brand new fit and we dip
And this whole shit a clip, they ain't let Xaye thru the door
I beg to differ
Party
here is fire If they say something different they are liar I'm the Seller you the buyer I be on the go like brand new tires
I be solo in this four door
by mistake
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
I'm sure of one thing, I'm in love
on frontline news
My Air 1s got creased, brand new
Cah I'm running him down
Pray he trips and falls
Remember times in Mall
Trynna find where they're
Hiding after
back
And that car I saw sitting in front of my door
Looked like a brand new, a brand new Cadillac, yeah!
I ain't got none now baby
I think you've
shuts the door
He's in a green room
There's a speech he has to give soon
And he's looking through the pages
Someone else wrote just to win votes
It's
route, her man’s be on it
Cops style, that bitch wild
I’m parked outside, i'm waiting on her
Back door flow
Ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up
Drove
PRO ERA!
Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they
die in peace
Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally
I destroy and divorce what you eating, don't you hire me
Tape recording my voices
Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4
Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4
Fly Larry in at two and
Then he's gone by four
Cause Johnny gotta go, it's Godfather 4
and rip it out
I feel like Oscar I’m the grouch
I’m flashy trashy don’t you doubt
I’m all up in yo bitch’s mouth
I’m spewin sewage like rain cloud
Gotta
and trout
Ion like people getting close to me, go away, I'm Oscar The Grouch
Got my homie clothes, sitting in my closet, he can't wear them
When he got his
parsnip
Your dearly departed by the hands of this halfwit
On my foreheads a target, but I'm one they cant apprehend
I see draw I spark it, and blaze until
to the kingdom?
Open the door and walk right in
I guess that morning was like any morning
He was leaving for work on time
He was closing the door when he heard her
the bitches going crazy
Now they mans tryna murk me
Hop up in a brand new Mercedes
Flexin' on the low feelin' wavy
Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
of her colors in the brand new dawn
I'll hold to the string between the dark and the light
I'll wait for the someday, for the beautiful sight
One dance
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