Lyrics:
rappers wanna run up
Tryna flex muscle on a shorty tryna come up
Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Egypt
Roll them all out like they paraplegic
Sherry's skirt
Sonny took his pool cue, laid the drunk out on the floor
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
She's runnin' right
to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some
There's a stain on your shirt
From where you spilled the red wine
I almost remember it was over there by the piano
Now you're forcing the liquor down
to switch
dumb-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit
I get heated when I separate my shell
with the pin in my back, I bang like (?) I got
bitch, we slimin' shit, we in our motherfuckin' Birkin (let's go)
(These young niggas actin' like hoes)
Bankroll Mafia gettin' all the loads
Water by G,
All the words you couldn't say
Choking out, yesterday
And I can't get out
I let you down, down again
Gravity creeping in
It's all over now
In
Lookin' in the mirror like am I wrong?
Nah its business nigga don't take it personal
They gave a game and my money
So when it get ugly shit ain't funny
Put the dick all in her stomach
I put it in I took it out cause that lil bitch she kept on running
I'm with the gang we be alive don't give no fucks
eat
Just Tip by making me skeet
Dingaling Dinner
Dingaling Dinner
Dingaling Dinner
Dingaling Dinner
Serving All you can eat
Just tip by making me skeet
Bitch I'm rocking houses and large amounts are stuffed in my trousers
Bouncing with all your spouses, they get around us
Non stop, my ship is tip top
With all my drip
Your baby last night
Said please daddy the tip
But I got excited
And licked all her clit
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeaaah
Yeah yeah
Riding
Riding
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Now we up in the hills
My new bitch shes a fine baby thats for real
Come on brother I kill
Them hollow tips keep his body burning up the grill
Get
Nigga, Ganksta NIP's in the house
Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
I regret I was born, I
soundin’ plan, but it was built on quicksand That shit was over before it began, Blam Left with my dick in my hand, don’t understand (Chorus)
I’m all
I'm going out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out
Niggas from the PUMBLE, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cuck um in a fuck, like nignog
Going
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my
So I'm just sitting in this rehab class
Trying to get myself unhooked on ass
So then my teacher asked me a question
Like Ludacris are you over there
Only Fans
TikTok, TikTok come and join the 'new me'
Only Fans
There's a link in my bio, Q&A in my story
Keep cool
Like my spray tan
Spending all day by
Let's get it all out, every bullet in the back of your mouth
Every feeling that you know you've been feeling, let go of all the doubt
Let's take
tremor
My dearest friend it's nighty night forever
All good things must come to an end my friend, in the end
Its an honor to die beside you
Its an honor
playing pro soccer
Chase bring that racket like Naomi Osaka
Live my life on wax
Call me q tip baby thrax, uh
Step on cracks, just might break your mothers
One of my bitches lurk on me
I get high it work for me (Yup)
Gettin' bands by my lonely
Ion give af what u told me
What Happen? What it is? Who dis?
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