Lyrics:
say my cum yummy when she gave me top
Pop out with the blicky,wearing Gucci fendi on the
Whoa
Get a face shot like I.D then put it on a T-shirt
Have yo
fucking love penjamin's
Yeah smokin' these blunts till I die, no lie
Ganna keep on puffin', yeah
Fake I.D card like mclovin
Just like mickey d's, yeah,
block better stay wit a gun
Only exotic, punching my lungs Talking that shit until he got blunt
Talking on bro, face shot no I.D Built like a softball,
inside there
Awon kan n pawo
Awon kan n fagbo
Awon nkan n Dawo
Shabi Awon kan lon shanwo
Awon kan n Shay iwadi mi
Awon kan nwa wa I.D ME
Shomo yahoo soja?
you get the picture
Do you fuck
I just think he’s that way inclined
Well mind the time you sent me in for white wine
For you and your mate whose I.D you
you get the picture
Do you fuck
I just think he’s that way inclined
Well mind the time you sent me in for white wine
For you and your mate whose I.D you
the city of that
Fat Shit standard or max clip
Nigga that's like I.D
Come round the wrong hood late night
Talking crazy out your necc you might D.I.E
And if
my phone sings this ring, ring, ring, ring, ring,
[Chorus]
She's watching her caller I.D
And she's watching to see if it's me who is calling,
name filling stadiums
To big for a club
But I still show em love
I need better security
Checking I.D's
And borderline cavity's
Because I blew and got
me
You know i ran off
Jump state to sate
My i.D like a passport
keep dat blue book
Kuz my chain im gone blast for
Broke ya shawtty back
Now she beggin
squeeze
I keep my chopper in the studio
we pass that hoe like I was rubio
2 2 3 through your jeans, hot like steam
I was trappin at 14 no I.D
Got some shit
thats my partner thats my P.I.C
Shawty wanna chop she wanna flock we gotta see I.D
We in the V.I.P
They stuck in the parking lot
We gon make it rain im
up to me
And when he say some shit ima let him see my fake I.d
Ima let him know the last 4 match up on the receipt
You the type to go to work
of here
You've have the same car
And gone to the same bar
As you did when you were 19
With your shitty fake I.D
When will you see babe
The real tragedy
a Gucci no Nike
Gripping on that thirty, try me
You gone need a morgue no I.V
Hundo don't need no I.D
Balling hard no referee
Shorty so obsessed with me
know? Bein' V.I.P. a lot
Outside in front of Reds tryna V.I.P. the drop
Kinda tipsy get to trippin' you won't see I.D or not
On that liquor, mind your
in a room full of bosses
I’m dripping the water like faucet
They peeping my style, don’t jock it
You cannot be like me
I do not need I.D
I don’t trust
CCB
Walking round wit No I.d
Even thou I'm not Jay Z
PND come see me
Ass clapping to this beat
Aye
Drop that thang to the street
Aye
Bring
a damn not a little
B-sec
I Pull up
Get the VIP service
No I.D needed
U Better take notice
I aint bout to answer no questions
If u got a problem betta
coming up, coming up, coming up shooters in the Alley
We coming up, coming up, coming up we not I.d
We blacked out real empire, we Alpha
Timberland
thing a nigga hop out
Highly educated I ain't never been a drop
Dead presidents in my pocket
They always ask for I.D when making larger deposits
Shit you
The adulteress
Looking for strength
In colective I.D’s
Doesn’t make you strong
that's killing yourself
Now the world is SET TO EXPLODE
With your identitarian war
am mikey
Highkey the greatest rapper with no I.D
I see how you niggas get mad at me
But actually it's just the fact you niggas wack to me
You not gon
panties
Whoa whoa
Save me the S-T-D-D's
You on't even look like you Eigh-T-e-e-n
I'll be goddman
Where that I.D at?
Not about to hit me wita ol'
You're
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