Lyrics:
the perfect ending
of a perfect day
Well be singing the songs
we love to sing
without a single stop
At the fireplace
while we watch
the chestnuts Pop
Theres
clouds
Something about our heads blown up by fame
I regret to inform you, you stoking that flame
Our heads are clear, yo, we salary men
Loving this
nigga pops, his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know
Twisted off the 'yac, while twisting up the pack
Used to cop it by the half P, and move
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,
karate
Two wheels to pop a wheel Kawasaki
Got the drive to turn a Porsche to a Bugatti
California rolling on a hoe tryna stop me
Sick like aids, bitch
to build lofts in it
Go through a lot for lot, as long as a cars in it
The frauds winnin', we make it by bein' authentic
Swag like chicken nuggets I got
had my style possessed my stamina
Man they tryna bottle this and sell it by the canister
Yeah they call me king get your manners up!
Go bananas but
got your cameras out if they pop me
Michael became king, they be killing him senseless
I don't want the royalty, look at how they do Prince
I just
a necktie
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin' jokes by his bedside
He said "Fabby burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
So I'm back in the building like I
and finessin'
Smokin' on this loud, I be higher than a cloud (dope)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, smokin' kush by the pound
Shoutout to TA, that's my
my shine
The haters- I think they wastin they time
VERSE 2
Haters talkin’ mad shit on home studio riffs
Ay yo they wanna pop shit upon they weak
down your fucking head
Seen with (stats)? to (directs)? i go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass nigga with the (rukka)? fuck around and pop ya'
No
I've been wavy from a baby you can ask my pop
He said welcome to the world I said "my darg what up"
I wore my pampers below my waist
And I think
Taking off your jammies
Taking off your panties
Girl if you nervous, pop a xannie, close the curtains
Shit, I'm certain that I'll handle you just
a girl that's sitting on a bar stool batting an eye
And there's another one of you, being the second out of two,
Brother don't let her pass you by
Yeah,
their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit
It's not by force, be a goon
Cause there's no turning back when it booms
spit 'till my tongue drops
And sprint 'till my lungs stop
And live 'till the guns *pop*
Rappers on pedestals now
I sit there and just watch
I
ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang
Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up
Luchion
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
In the back yard, used to have
then I jig it to da left
I don't need nobody else cause I could jig it by myself
Cause I'm still bouncin aye then I stop n let my shoulder lean
Still
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
to prove somethin'
But I ain't proving shit makin' moves yes but never the less
The gloomy West want to put me to the test
Still these pop quizzes I'm
school pop star, shakin' up her nine-noon angles,
Pinned up by angels,
Can't catch my breath to speak,
Can't keep my monsters outta me
And I will make it
Sugar On Me"
She's well versed in the new pop culture
Always rolls with a camera by her side
Well some girls just freak me out
She's the sweetest,
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