Lyrics:
a three, 2015 Steph Curry
Walk by faith cause my vision gettin' blurry, boi
I don't wrestle against flesh and blood
I'm in the cut saying "yes He does"
Just
seeking merits
While we establish
Traps that catch rabbits while eating
You wanna be mismanaged
Have your spoils shared like you in a marriage
Ngik' laage
bitch
Get on my level
(Check)
(I am god)
Born a corny kid in school I dove into a baby pool (Splash)
Came up with a chipped front tooth I thought that it
a piece of mind on my own
Baby girl it's for real, look (God please, for once)
Cause I'm going to insane, ain't nobody know
I just play the happy role card,
know all the pussy chase after me
Bitch keep telling us we fly, my baby don’t you flatter me
Actually
Yes you do, now tell me bout this masterpiece
Ciroc
a limp
Stepping harder then some timbs
Rip it off limb by limb
Like I’m really in the field
Ion mess wit u fr
And yes that’s how I feel
(KD)
Imma big
Sin thought it could hold me with cursed chains
But I broke them and laughed as they fell by my feet
Baby every day is my birthday, so I celebrate cause
you James Charles, we been know your ass gay
Boy lets run it up, I can do it all day
Goofy you a son, take you to a play date
Put you in a box, yeah
zeros
They can't stand my shine this boy is Albino
Too much juice and sauce even YCee knows yes
Check the motor we park near the Condo ok
For do as I do
My style poppin' like Nike on a ad run
Your style poppin' like them lil' toy cap guns
My girl pray for me nightly that I make it home
Your bird
Girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)
[Chorus]
I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right,
king
We live a dream life, yes we do
It's a dream just to be with you
Baby, you're my lovah boy (And you're my lovah)
There will never be another boy
of the century, they call us blood hounds
Sniff it sniff it
So get the picture
And get ta running
Your paranoia
Should listen to it
We fuckin hungry
Yes
She's my baby girl and she relies on me
Loves me too much, won't hide from me
She knows it's shit, I've got too many flies on me
Got spies on me,
the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh,
Now I gotta run some errands
But when I come back, please
Have a nigga salmon cooked
Yes, love
You know I got you, baby
Sock it to me, uh (ay,
a rose)
We can ride out in that Rolls (Skrrt skrrt)
We can slide out in that thang (Aye)
Leave it to me, baby just leave it to me
I plant the seed, I plant
my feet done
White folks throwing frisbees while I take a run
An underground king, I feel like Pimp & Bun
Y'all think y'all paid
We running up these
yes
But I share all my knowledge and success
Because caviar dreams? They're for the people
You can care for self and others, just follow my lead dude
mo' guns if you play wit us cause we get mistaken for army or navy
Everyday a new check I'm stacking it up I got em' all thinkin I'm having a baby
You
Well alright
Yes lord
You already know what type of timing we on
Long live the guys my nigga
Rollers Rights
Yo
Ring the alarm
I'm that nigga bringin'
your hands on me
It all started in Africa with the masters colony
They ripped us gold, with damn diamonds
Kings and queens, we strong Warriors, we black
Just got a check, I want to shoot craps
Make me some snaps, Off the 4 and the 10
Fader bout to by my bottle of Hen
I'm at it again, Somewhere in the Bay
Ether boy! (oh yeah!) oh oh! (Nore!)
(Ron Browz!) Nore! Oh oh!
Busta bus! (yes sir!) Oh oh!
Get that money!
Ohhh!
My nigga find a girl
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