Lyrics:
I'm looking at your body baby
Yeah aye yeah aye
Yo style so exotic baby
Oh my god now I'm staring damn
Oh my god now I'm staring damn
Yeah aye yeah
I'm looking at your body baby
Aye yeah hey yeah
Yo style so exotic baby
Oh my god now I'm staring damn
Oh my god now I'm staring damn
Aye yeah hey
before you (What what?)
Just a lil bit of time before we (God damn)
Just a lil bit, just a lil bit
Just a lil bit, just a lil bit (Yoh)
Just a lil bit
Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece
damn, we just met, calm the fuck down
Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?
A bank account could never match my worth (that nigga gettin' money, he
basketball with us some time
Oh, I'll see if I can round
Up a few figure skaters
You better bring your best man 'cause me and
My brothers are gonna put you
Jobbs
It cost him his health but it won't kill me
I'll be Young Forever because I
Got that BluePrint 3
Made by Hova, Marcy Projects
NYC birthplace of how
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
a mind set that's too damn lethal.
I know the argument; you got yours to protect yourself, so you don't need to check yourself, 'cause you ain't tryin
bring shit to the table, I ain't fuckin' with no leechers (no)
Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (damn)
Knew somethin' was weird once that
the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci? That's hella tight"
I'm like, "Yo, that's
It's been too many to count at night I feel that pain
Stare at the man in the mirror like who the fuck else is to blame
Call me Mr. Fantastic way I
fucking lab
Opening up that good kush
Pussy boy why you gotta hate?
When you hearing that i'm doing good
Oh ya lil fucking vro
I just be with my fucking
than you Assume!
Oh! I'm Fading!
Oh! I'm Lost!
Oh, I'm Feeling
Damn Alone
Oh, I'm Fading
Oh, I'm Lost
Oh, I'm Feeling
Damn Alone!!!
Surrounded by
aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta,
gotta die, oh so young
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking
nigga I'm Mr. Stand-On biz
Bitch with her hand out and she tryna give me lip
Freeform dreadlocks nigga with the big boy frizz
Wife beater tank top but I
to fight me
Bitch I got fangs
Now they are backing away
Like they never came by
So I slid their block
Bitch I ain't Lil Durk
rehearsals. I mean, training
Gotta stay fit, right
Oh, you are definitely fit
Why am I suddenly blabbering like I left my brain back with my bike
Bit by bit,
'Bout to leave it on the flo (leave it)
Ah, I got two kissers on my pisser two gifters in my zipper
Two angels but with broken wings Mr. Mister
crew and
We pull up right on him like he finna do it damn
Yeah I had to go get up
Had to go and stack me up like 6 figures
Had to swerve that lane tell
I could never hate on a hoe that got no self respect selling their body for cash oh you would suck
A nigga dick for a cigarette damn X you getting
take my time with you
Oh, you my lil' ride or die
Hmm, and I know that you mad at me, huh
Lil' bae, you don't gotta lie
She don't fuck with other guys
I
to quote Mr Flave:
Don't Believe the Hype unless his last name is Williams
Then it's guaranteed play, am I lying?
If you ask me how I'm doing, I'm trying
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