Lyrics:
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
sips, that's why I hum sunshine
Niggas think I'm lying
Bitches think I'm fine
I'm smart man so I keep trying
Don't get fucked by the
Past thoughts, pass
Swimming in that water, man, I feel like Michael Phelps
She think I'm in love, but I'm not (but I'm not)
Just got some top (got some top), left her
nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I
the 80's fucka
Nasty flow, scrappy no, hate or love us
Baby brother if rap was movin' packs
I'm servin' pounds now
Yeah, you hot in ya hood
I'm burnin' towns
your momma
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
If you have a shorty that you don't show love
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
Wanna get me with no money
Oh
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
anesthesia
And in the mean time we can just fake it
We'll leave the existential crisis to someone else
No no no no no
Things take on a repeat
I think I'm going
star dinners
Writing raps up in the linen
"Time kills," no kidding
Tryna save more than I'm spendin'
Fuck
Momma, I just wanna get some gold teeth
Maybe
hoodie and I mix it wit the Ricks
I step foot up in the room and I'm the flyest in that bitch
I jus scored a touchdown, I jus upped the score by 6
You so
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
(East)
Beloved New York streets where we run around (what up?!)
I'm in love with dirty cash and I'm used to livin' fast
But I could kick it to the moon
can't we be friends
Just dance with it, show me how they do it in Paris with it,
The top finest woman can't dance to me
So don't ever think that you was
Imma show you no love cause you weak go to hell
Imma keep it untucked, roll the weed by myself
Smoke the weed by myself
Made it out the mud alone I don't
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
thing I'm missing don't fit in a box
I'll send a letter straight to your phone, hope I get a response
Cause I don't wait all year for nothing
switch on 3 we gon see
I love my money love my momma they love
We catching rats we setting traps we talking cheese
By 3 am im riding by 4 am im silding
it's, hmm (mmm)
Grippy
Yeah (Gvrlnd!, I'm rockin' with this one)
Grippy, huh
Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy
She thick in the hips, she
to me We spin on his block like a DVD
Blowin this cash ain't none to me Bring her to saks, say she in love with me
Bring her to saks, say she in love with
think I love her
But I use her for her food stamps
It's the ghetto, it's whateva, you gooking
I'm shooting
And don't worry about them smokers
They keepin
You getting too hung up on the riffraff ya
I’m finna fix you with the pimp slap ya
Let me begin
By saying that I bathe in sin (Lord forgive me)
My
in love with money on a daily basis
Stackin' up tall pockets, used to be short Now I'm runnin' up digits like it was a sport
Keep my guard up like
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