Lyrics:
it made sweeter
I'm fucking out in Sweden yeah I'm a sight see-er
I'm drinking squirt like it's some water nigga by the litre
Woah
And I treat my
baddies in the back seat
Rollin on through the lights
I wanna go see top (Yea)
I wanna have platinum plaques (Aye)
But I'm being held down by the weak ass
vote Just tell me-who's going to row that boat? / Pullman YOU gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about da tings you learned in school Just take it
this
Make a list of big things I'd a done this
And shes intrigued by the way it goes down in the big leagues
So I'm a give her more
Much more
One
People keep on asking how you doing
It's not fair, cuz you doing
The same shit the other doing
You don't care how I'm doing
What I'm doing
How I do
I'm Paper Chasing
For the major figures
Knot so fat
That it pop rubberbands
Make the money machine
Work for something
Not some little shit
Only big
I got on my grind now it ain't no stopn
Ima get me some money you know how I'm rockn
Can't indulge if it ain't gotta profit
Ian got another option
feel I'm losin my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
count my sheep
So much shit going on man I'm
Losing sleep
Go big or go home don't you play it cheap
What goes up must come down just remember me
I say my
Tolerated by some like some monster
But they all come back for advice like a doctor
So here’s a story yeah it goes something like this
Now that things are
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt,
rains it pours
You get wet you catch cold
And where I’m from we talked that talk and walk the walk
You must be out of your mind talking shit about me
drip is not on for the photos
Get my bitch every Chanel, now I'm calling you Coco
I'm a big fish, you couldn't eat what's on my plate
It was a big
used
To call me
Big head
It's holding
All these
Big dreams
That's on
Harold Antonio
Jackson and
Deborah King
I'ma get
My crown
I'm taking
Over this
Rap
melon popped
I slide round by myself dese niggas gotta hang with like seven guys
I ain't never needed help I did it by myself better recognize
And when we
this four door, and it ain't got no rims (Yeah)
Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming, I'm drinking like a fish
When those sparklers pass your table,
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
the moment, I was heartbroke bout that bitch but it's finally over
Countin' up big bands in a big benz or I'm riding a rover
A playboi like I'm Carti but I'm
I'm reckless
Do it big like football, Texas
I'ma ball out like the Texans
Bitches pay me like taxes
On the mattress, hittin' backflips
Ride me, carpet,
in the hood
Fast forward now I'm Big Mike
Still away from the hype
Niggas weren't bad back then, nah it's cons man, I swear on my life
Put faith in
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