Lyrics:
clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so
clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so
a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her
Facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about
and more
Deep deep down still want her
Sometimes you got to let go
But why I got to do it? Cause I said so
Balling on these hoes Eric Bledsoe
Uh
I don't
Bad lil vibe she act like Ice
She wanna fuck by the end of the night
I fuck with bad bitches but I treat em too nice
I know I can hit her but I don't
(Wave)
I'm the loneliest man
Let's fuck this up Dex, Mallory
You know, how we always do
Niggas should I know I can't trust
Glock with a scope like
your acorn
Fuck what they say in they songs
Gangstas dont stay long
They make a little noise then they gone
Thats why I tell my sister I love her
Ways to get up
Ways to get up
Only one way down
I was raised to get up
Raised to get up
Raised to get up
Only one way down
I’m not phased
By the buck
They might school you don't let them fool you
Not with the Voodoo (They not)
They getting wicked with the words (Casting spells), ya heard
Might wanna
know what about you?
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat"
I said that's what we're gonna do!
But first you gotta tell me
What it is
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I know I got the sauce
I done flexed up so you know I been a boss
Rick Owens jacket when I come around
Just finished
sampled from Tito Jackson
Black friend
You the blackest and you know it
Ben's one black friend is Candace Owens
Let's trend 'cause we
Triggered
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
to fuck that's the reason I'm leaving
Hit from the back and I'm breaking her spleen yeah
What I spent look like a date
Let the gang in or we breaking
a bitch and her but like a bean bag yeah
I'ma rock my Ricks by Owen yeah
Got lean in my kidney and my colon yeah
It's rockstar shit so you know it's us
Yeah
said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don't let it come our way
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
Don't let it come our
stuck
Tryna mac to the hoe and get 'suckity sucked
Told him pass her to gang
Don't know the hoes so we asking for names
Shit I just rolled someone pass me
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
a vixen
Might of paid a hundred bucks
To get a deeper meaning
Cause thought is fact
For those who ask
And you know that he’s back
So let it go one time
Let
she the best cause I don't know if I'll see her later
(She like Rick, She Like Owen, But she steady hating on Simon)
It hurts me in my chest knowing she
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang
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