Lyrics:
your old button down and slide it on the porch
Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door
Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry,
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
I'ma levitate, make the devil wait (yeah)
Have you lost your mind?
Tell me when you think we've crossed the line
No more drugs for me
Pussy
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it
song
I'ma get up, get up, yeah, yeah
You got me humming, humming to the beat of the drum
To the rhythm, rhythm, yeah, yeah
Your loving takes me
be by your works
no be by your doing
no be by your energy
no be by your sense
nore by your night.
Fit.
you no fine pass anybody why you come dey carry
won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you do you need some help
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone
self
Let's get gone, walk it out (now walk it out, think about it, ah, snap)
Now rock, rock, rock, rock
You can do it all by yo' self
I'ma buy you
rather die enormous than live
Dormant by any means necessary
And all that other shit is to control you
If the churches took half the money they was
Making
'bout those who get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well I'ma ride for you
Would
(uh-huh, it's Dolph)
Ayy, I'ma stay fresh as fuck, caked up
Thumbin' through that check 'til I get paper cuts, no matter what
Hah, trap nigga got a bad
might do
They hate everything
But they would love to get you
In the hood, rock stars pack heavy metal
Give me a break, niggas
Hatin' on every level
"I'm
(uh-huh, it's Dolph)
Ayy, I'ma stay fresh as fuck, caked up
Thumbin' through that check 'til I get paper cuts, no matter what
Hah, trap nigga got a bad
record I ever cut was, um, "Get Up and Dance" by Freedom, nah I mean?
And then, you know I just basically learned from watching everybody
Doing they
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
'bout those who get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well I'ma ride for you
Would
A money gettin professional
A money gettin professional
You know ima money getta
A money gettin professional
A money gettin professional i get it!
I gotta
to X by
So if you with it, admit it
And let me hit it, hit it
Until you feel it
'Cause I don't stop, get it, get it
You need a new coach
Let's
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
on you
I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right
Rip ridin' the poles and them doors is tight
And I'ma get me a shot 'fo the end of the night
'Cause pussy
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
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