Lyrics:
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
they fly around me?
I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw
The morning sky was the only thing
When the sun comes up and the darkness fades
Birds start to chirp in the early spring
It's the same as me and you
As more I get older
People I love for some reason they leave
Stuck on the past cause' it always repeats
The old me is gone that nigga let go
If you only
the sun is up, yeah
Had to get in my bag
(Yeah)
Had to switch it up(overly serious)
Had to mix it up
Tell me baby, did you drink enough?
I can tell by your
music thing
But u no rate me
Because I don't play the
Game by their rules
Yeah we see as they move
All the tricks that they pull
Swear it's so shady
But
to do this shit from the motherfuckin' dungeon
Got the motherfuckin' dragons lookin' like, hello
And we smokin' puffin' on that Dayton green
You knowin'
Ooh, ooh
Pull up in the club and I'm feelin' real good with my girls
Get the party hoppin' get the party droppin' with my girls
Got my sneakers on,
out and we ate it like a dinner plate
With the boys around, we don't never gotta masturbate
It's only gay with your socks why you fucking hate
We got 7
to lie
Sometimes I elevate myself so much, I feel that I could fly
And It's death before dishonor, I don't care about no pride
I'm only stickin' by a few,
tryna gas I'm tryna be lowkey
So when you see me then go the other way
I ain't antisocial its jus ion like to play
When I used to want a mix I used to hit
parents fairly odd parents
You gon' really get a bitch, find a bitch beat up
Odd parents fairly odd parents
Blunts and drinks only rowdy things
Odd parents
the work day
Got her missing her old bae
Life gets in the way you know that she stays
LA Single
Getting dragged out to the club reluctantly
Maybe she'll meet
tho
Hoping imma see her everywhere that I go
Cause she leaving with me fasho
When she hit the club she ain't waiting at the door
Where you at
VIP in
and you put me in the mix
You know, I can't forget you after everything you did
She says she still wanna have communication
I don't want no other love,
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
on the lake. We give our hearts to those who break it, I guess we're loving by mistake. And I know that's it hurting you because it's hurting me knowing that we
I can tell
That you loving the vibe
Yeah I'm loving you
Yeah I'm loving you
All by myself
In this jam packed room
In my right eye
I see you
you to stop by
And I can't wait
I need you to fall through
And you won't be upset
And I can't wait
I know you getting your money But I'm soaking wet
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
just trapping
Now I walk in clubs trying get a back end
Just fucked on some twins idk what happened
Mix the henny and the lean start relaxing
She said
ridin' until I die bitch
Do you want to get fucked up?
Do you want to see me tear da club up?
Do you want to get bum rushed?
By niggas wit triggas
Say P, man the other day foolin' at the club
Mane wit this broad or whateva
I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva
You know what I'm
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