Lyrics:
Yesterday, I was ridin' down the highway
The bull rollin' on the low low
I'm on the run, and my rearview
Pulled over by the po po
And I don't know
Me and my ni**as we ride ride
You and you ni**as just blah blah
Talkin' your shit, I'm like Charlie Brown and you a parent all I hear is wamp wamp
it keeps me busy
And Izzy knows nothing 'bout the bando what a pity
Shotters supplying her with white and pills
So I take off with their Z like Meek
this world around me
It's black and white, yeah, it's black and white
For some reason I'm depressed, though life is wonderful
Hangovers every day, yeah,
Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed
ke tell me tell me before think-pins sing something that not only rime-rime AH! Raperito that already you finish being born AH! That it is what happens
a dream for the bro's we living it now
I gotta watch what comes out my mouth can't trip they want me to die quick
They'll never go far
Everyone lacking
right or get his ass left
Imma slide in that black bih by myself
Yo can call my phone anytime she felt
You still my law
You know I'on care
Nigga ain't
brother
Rapping is a habit, don't know why I bother
Cos music's got me in love but keep it undercover
Exotic hardbody lady in my peripheral
Eye
harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
laughin' now /this industry is full of clowns /they do strange things for the money Millie Bobby Brown /they say anything ain't it funny watch how they get
fo' door
I like the way you lovin' I like the way you touching
And I can see your body language is sayin' something
Keep doing what you do girl I ain't
drop bars
I'm giving symptoms
This' a hot stove
Self esteemed A steamed the kitchen
They artichoke Art to choke
When they taste just what I'm mixin
At it
the broke to hope of the people
Now money is flowing, that scholarship
You proud of yourself, I know it (I know it)
You proud of your wealth you show it
Got
she pretty brown petite I bet she holding my dick
I make her hold it and spit
Shit I been roasting for years
Blood, sweat with the tears
Tell bae
Hey yo, this shit is mad disrespectful
Niggaz is cramping style
Your nigga been gone for a while
You know I stay smoking that loud
You can smell it
You know
From Charlie Brown to Brown Charlie
You know what I mean
It’s that smart shit that Prince shit
The tab shit you know what I mean
Big headed
forget it
She a brown skinned Goddess
Everything she got is
All labeled up this girl ain't
Never played the bus she just strolled by
But naw can't never
-body by the ball
Lift the glass for these I95
All-Stars been doing it since sax
In backyards, juking squad cars on boulevards
Stiff-arming security
Find all the names (Bitcoin Billionaire Ballers)
Of all the animals (the halving should happen by)
In the verses of this song (by April 21)
To win
the next bitch
I flew by, up in that can’t reach
Dubai, sand dunes, yeah the best beach
The 'too live' gone cruise in the flip back
Million dollar babe
ride for your bro 'cah I'm like Elsa
I might just let it go
Trips 'round there is a stretch like yoga
No yola but I still stay stiring
Like Lola I got
smellin' like a skunk
Got damn I'm the man
I can get you what you want
Got ants in my pants
James Brown do the dance
Got fans up in France
I can do it in
Ciarra Tape
Okay Bryant, let's see what makes you so poppin'
Queen to a king, goddess of mine, apple of eye
Product of my positive side, right by
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