Lyrics:
One phone call on my iphone to my mobsters you one and done
Tryna put a price all on my head they wanna make me go away
Countin mills by the K pray I
I been pouring up till the bottles are down
Feeling judge by the people I'm around
Antisocial I been in this club
Not even 18 and I have been in love
ain't gonna love ya, fuck haters
She still by my side she say she cant stand lames
She say her pussy ain't for sell you can keep the change
As far as I
Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)
My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
Tucked in my Chucker boots,
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is
I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters
Run up in
I came with no intention of chasing mermaids
But that’s exactly what I’m doing
I saw the first one when I arrived
She was reading by the shore
Since
great
Where my only escape was dropping a mixtape
And the fruits of my labor are stolen by sour grapes
You spent most of the time with a bitch ‘cause he
locking in
Bitch in my prime and transforming like im- too obvious
Got illest product the only problem the marketing
And all my peers is incompetent you
And the shoes Jimmy Choo and her ass brand new
She in a class by herself only one in the room (one of one)
They bring the ones in the plastic
She got a tattoo
And she like, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
And she like, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
We ain't leave the club until like three some
Came in by myself and left
thrown on my name
A hunter like H know I'm the game
I'm in it for the love not for the fame
No excuses only you to blame
Janga et BDK c'est back to back
lights
Busy streets and fancy cars
Booze and drugs and all the clubs
Everyone's a shining star.
Was so inviting to my eyes
That I can only be
the club and forget about social distancing/
But I'ma use the time and choose to rhyme about what's real/
If I say somethin' ill that you dont like, fuck how
kitchen
Talk tough I call ya bluff
Den watch you fall from a distance
Catch you slippin in the club
We gon bump In da building
Deez Niggaz pussy like
of nigga known for never being a customer but he’ll serve it to a customer and he only sip mud so that’s what’s in his cup mixed with the purple stuff
in pubs
Tryin' to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
record they get me on
I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone
I reconcile with my father over some good food
He told me nothing could travel
makes you blind
I'm watching baywatch, nowadays based bots
The booty ain't from Squatch, nowadays paid by
Every bitch in the club got the same box
NPC
but
Really that's another note
And all these haters they can suck my dick
'Cause honestly that's the only
Way you'll ever succeed
Got what you need
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
Young scoe Mack, toe back
The one ya'll love to blow back
I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle
By the only one showing is the one in the middle
keep a box of optimos
Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose
Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind
I know you've met all the rest of them...
... but, seriously...
Have you ever met a hippie
From the city called Sydney?
An emcee who's no joke
me how it feel
Don't be on me in the club, girl
You gotta chill
I want that house on the hill
And I ain't got a deal
She know a nigga out here
But she
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