Lyrics:
the corner we split like a pie
talking bout jakes
The red and blue lights
My red it stack tall not afraid of no heights
Driving by myself better turn
perfect, I just want the real
Trust me if I say so
Paper blue my pesos
Rooftop views I stay low
Ain't no proof that case cold
Oh you think like quick, DOA,
Peace of mind, I got the night ahead
Don't even gotta worry 'bout a bed
Sunset's on the water, as the night gets closer, closer
Out the blue see this
Yeah we up'n the price
Yeah we up'n the price
Bought a new Rollie I'm always on time
Bought a new Rollie I'm always on time
I'm the shit so I'm up'n
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
blue
You can tell I'm balling by the logos on my shoes
Part 1 was a hit so we making something
Got no hook but this is part 2
Bars are super hot got me
stop us
So dey legislate
But anyways
Neva been a
Agenda type of gay
My gay don’t need planning baby!
Dese bitches hating
We all dey can talk about
raccstar got tats on his face
Happy to talk to a bro in person, we used to talk on J-Pay
Ain't no Peewee nigga, but I'm still the same since Grasshopper
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
The times steady passing by
Wondering why
Succumbing to the lies
Of lovers with side eyes
So now I
Stand alone
In rain
Steady praising the most high
No pain
wanted to fuck yo' friend
But that wasn't happenin'
So I started rappin'
About you and me in the back of my van
And an hour went by and I turned you out
you wouldn't believe it
Ready for the worst
So I gotta keep my blue burst
Heard he wanna kill me, so I told that nigga
"Try first"
Better learn to build
vaporize
So you never teary eyed looking in my eyes telling me you fine
Yea we both knowing that's a lie
Feeling crucified by these crucial lines
Watching
potion
Aye, she on the net, B-Trolling
Bitch, you ain't my type
Lil' hoe can't make you a wife
Bitch, I'm a girl, I ain't no dyke
Hop out, real so froze
Wow dude, it was a J.I. Jane joke
Keep my wife's name
Out your fucking mouth
SSG Gang
(SSG gang gang gang gang)
SSG Gang
(SSG prr paww)
SSG Gang
(SSG
Harriet
Nigga wish I was dead so I call em Timmy
Pop out with turner
Got heat like a stove with a burner
Boy I'm a boss and you fuck Niggas workers
Face
made a solo, but we attached at the hip
And let's be honest, bitches, she's the skinny to this dip (ah)
I'm Regina George, but don't get hit by a bus
nummers dus die van jullie blijven dalen
Ik dood je met jouw vrouw present want ik ken geen genade
Overschrijd mij lijnen, and we'll get you all one by one
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
Just because I'm tryna be a pops
Don't mean you can't catch a dome shot
I emerged from the MF block
Game so tight even dykes got the cock
Niggas
headphones on
They 'Beats by Dre' I can't hear her
Fell so hard its slippery
And your feelings don't mean shit to me
We broke up and you choked up
And now
uh
Just hear me out
I'm half player, half pimp, baby half of both
You can tell by my lip got mo' game than most
Float coast to coast, like the late
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