Lyrics:
(tryna cook all base)
Hopin' that my brodie get it to me for a lower rate (hope he get it to me)
I been takin' Chinese tens by fours, the pain don't go
entertainment
If your bitch want to suck my dick
I'm probably gonna let her
So you should just get used to tastin' it
I'm just sayin'
Niggas stop me in
yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch
Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget
Here surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip here
I set it off now this bitch about to jump
Kid in the booth eating beats up for lunch
Love stacks of cash so I grabbed them by the bunch
Now we
wealth and legacy.
Chyeah mufucka
I came
and I saw
bitch I did it
Always muthafuckin winning
Nighas ain't fuckin wit me
Bitches ain't fuckin wit me
I keep
through (aight I'm finna keep it real wit him now)
Real niggas don't feel dem nigga
And on some real nigga shit man I feel you niggas
We like we miss Pac
the intestine
Tummy tuck for a peasant
Hoe I live in the present
Don't fuck up my zen, aight?
You at peace? then I'm at peace
And we fuck it up in the bed all
Trae
Murder That pussy like Kill Bill
Xanax I call it a chill pill
Fuck on your bitch for four hours long
She take Me in the morning like Tylenol
Bout it
lie I don't even much rap like this but fuck it I'm pissed R.Kelly
Gotta be pretty for you to get hit missionary I pull out and nut on her belly
Bitch
Aight, cool
You know the rules
Linen an jewels
But you can catch me in a Lex side lined by the pool
The Mobb kind wit' no care for the vice
My crew
Yeah, turn it up
Turn it up
A little bit more
Aight
Hahaha
This that OceanLife
Yeah
It's Kei
Yeah
Niggas asking me what's next?
How the fuck I'm
Yeah, turn it up
Turn it up
A little bit more
Aight
Hahaha
This that OceanLife
Yeah
It's Kei
Yeah
Niggas asking me what's next?
How the fuck I'm
Hey yo it's all love
But love's got a thin line
And Pun's got a big nine
Respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong but it
consumed by the tomb
Know it's looming around, shoutout death: I might try it
I made a mistake, our love was fake
Purple and black, babe, I lost all my cyan
could teach em a lesson
By my lone so I can do it for my kids two
Sisters murdered brother doin bis (business)
I promised the clip I had to do it big
My
that brain
That bitch blew my mind
She gave it up quick, I ain't even need signs
Fucked her cause she yo bitch, not cause she's my type
She said she
tho, load up
Bout to ride out on these niggas, spin a couple blocks
See if they're outside and all that
Aight crodie, come get me
Uh huh
(Its luuluu
al bienestar
Lifes a fucking biatch
Sugardaddy con la rhymes
Tengo pa' time
Mi mierda aight and you know it
El dinero no crece en los árboles
Merengue
in my notes
These niggas is starving, these niggas look sick
These niggas is hanging on by the rope
These diamonds is IT, bitch come and float
Drake
spaz
I don't gotta go upstairs to tell you Ima whoop your ass
You my kid lil bitch
I'm your fucking daddy
Go get me a switch
I'll dump it on your addy,
to my bald cut
I run with real niggas now and the rest are butt
Your reign is over and you feel it deep within your gut
Now is the boogie down Bronx in
Call this shit a metaphor
Yeah man I’m hitting da Norf
Intimate, infinite
Run it up like a [?] (God damn), bitch I’m imminent
Sever bro, Imma catch you
the bridge
We stack them racks like a CD
Fuck that sack up, now I'm back
Look what them racks done did to me
Okay, ayy
Don't trust them so I keep it by my
I'm switching up
I'm rather pleasing
Need it
Bosos and hoes
Your words have nothing
Shape up to me
Knocked out
I saw that coming
Never mosh
I'm a bitch
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