Lyrics:
And fuck the police who's touching my weed Do we have a problem nigga I smoke with OGs you need an I.D What's popping My nigga's niggas got nigga niggas
Feeling comatose One step Might overdose V.S.A He a D.I.E Raise a toast Life B.I.G Fuck with me Baby need I.D Catch a flight through Y.Y.Z Get
It's just me Staying on the Lowkey Booted High as I can be I ain't got no I.D Forty on the one way Flashing lights in the street Smoking
it's cheap Man's is nothing, man's got no I.D Your niggas gon' snitch, (Tekashi) I don't need no new friends, (Ek kan nie) All I've ever known get rich,
with no Body but I D, that's a pun on No I.D When nobody know my name Runnin' for my dream wasn't hard to do You break bread, I swear they all pull
alleen Maar nenene Ik vroeg je laat me gaan Ik had niks te bieden Ik deed echt alles eerlijk En dat alles deed ik toen Met tim i.d Toen ik viel Had ik je
look like Benihana Trap jump like McDonalds Matter of fact Just give me your Tax I.D I can get you ten thousand When you fly everything get cloudy You
Bullet to my brain Fingers leave a trace Derailing again, again I don't even need I.D Everybody here knows me They say you're back again I say hey, hey I
the line-up First album, the EP was No I.D Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free Sayonara So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was
Man a real L-E-G-E-N-D They never knew that His story Would make history Talking to the CEO No need to see I.D And my COD Is more money Must be faith
customs with American I.D Puerto Rican at the gate telling me "Hurry Papi" First-class at a clear port to resort somewhere, I'll be Lettin money off in
a stack bitch I need some I.D Bitch name Black Chyna she eat my dick like Chinese Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Lean on codeine Kick a pack in these Bale's I got
i.d Diamonds got to bouncing like it's all i see Diamonds hit like water because i'm with the ice team Man i swear that she a freak Told that bitch
On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score I got
you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s Or Roman
.P. to the V.I.P I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas And the molly make the white girl look Chinese OHB,
Shawty show me what it here for I'm eatin', I'll leave you a T.I.P I'm speedin', no license I got I.D Might fuck around and hop out with Zonnique
Officer it's not like you heard I didn't mean to slam your hand in the door It was dark I couldn't see it was only your I.D Thought you pulled your
got some scars on me But He gave me a new I.D Heaven is a club and I'm VIP I'm prayed up, devil don't mess with me He's the vine, I'm connected with
faking ya shit (Faking ya shit) But she wanna shine When she D. I. E When she walk up in that mother fucka They don't see I.D Cause every body wanna eat
black dress that you ripped up in V.I.P Or them voicemails left on my phone No caller I.D We ain't gotta tell them What we do (Oh) We can keep all this
Gimme question make I answer Gimme update I go loyal Pade mi ni Qatar I no dey lowkey na Sapa I.d cabassa Ishe lanshe akin she fraudster Gbe lappy wo oshe
a groupie When I'm in LA She act like she never knew me Emilio Pucci Grippin her booty Walk right through the club No need to find I.D All eyes on me She sent
grown man cry) Now I saw someone on the caller I.D I might've been a friend names Mi Mi She's probably giving you some advice Telling you that Nelson
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