Lyrics:
the hip
I don't even like it here boy I came for the flip
Alien mode
Megan the stallion Toes
Took a Couple shots n pop gallons of rose
Let's toast
I go by NasColdChain
I slide thru on yo block let the 4 Bang
Bellyshot I can tell you ate Lo Mein
If I shoot boy you better get low Mane
You not
luck, and he ain't getting mine
Stay back lil boy, don't walk wit me
Ain't R2R, don't talk to me
Tell 'em back up off of me
I got my exes stalking me
I
money just in case you a bit slow wit 'em
I'm on a high, Wiz Khalifa
About the green, like refer
I see you bruh, tell me why you on your knees fa
My
Test my luck
In a game that's rigged
Let us mug
Life is fucked
So let's divide
Let's get all out of it
O' eleven style
Show 'em sly mischievous smiles
Paul brown petty was a good ol man
Felt a little better when you shook his hand
Let me tell you little bout and you'll understand
Why Paul brown
DY crazy
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em
Yeah
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me
Small waist, real bully
Shawty like me 'cause I got the cash right
Fuck dem little boys, take you to the bright side
Uhn
Tell me what you really want
She
back
And it won't take him long just to get that
Your homie a pack yeah we said that
But I couldn't tell you who left that
Let me ask you a question
Why
Let em talk, let em stare
Buy us drinks, we don't care
We're gonna rock it til the sun comes up
We'll get all the boys wondering
Don't let 'em tell ya' that you don't understand
Sell your decency and follow me
Down the rabbit hole of eternity
Snowflake melter
Half truth teller
mind
I grit my teeth so I don't show it
Cuz perfect boys they know that you never let them see you cry.
Hiding the thoughts in my head amplifies 'em
of the coldest shit that's ever been published
Let's ride
Get em up in the front in the back
We countrified
Get them boy you???
Why
Represent your side with pride
let's get ready for war
I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more
So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin
like some gold from the 49ers
Drove like hell out of school it was Friday
Bikini girls on the beach they catchin Sunrays
Light em up and let 'em stack up
succeeded b
And yes my moms is the real nigga ill nigga
When i get rich ima hand her 8 figures
Put her on a jet tell her go take adventures
Now let me go get
ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck 'em all if
the back
(Bitch)
(Hahaha) Type shit
Let's get it, Aye
Tell em let's get this shit jumping
Tell em let's get this shit thumping
Just like beat bitch I am
on me if you tell me your name
Baby let's get
Faded
Faded driving tell me how we made it
Faded I can't feel none of face and
Had a couple drinks I'm
vanilla studs
'Cause if they witnessed how I'm killin em out here these just might go tell the judge
(I rest my case)
[Chorus]
you could be
all because you let me get unpredictable
[1]
Baby 1 plus 1 ain't 2 when you wit me
C ain't after A and B when you wit me
It don't make sense right
Chorus:
Ooh boy, I love you so, never ever ever gonna let you go.
Once I get my hands on you.
Ooh boy I love you so, never ever ever gonna let you
tellin' you
I ain't put in work in these streets just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm
francisco tell him to let that bitch go
Why you standin there? posin you like donna karan wear
Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
You be
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