Lyrics:
in Beamers
Get two hundred on the highway
Baby come my way, smoking gas all day
I roll it in the backwood
You fuck niggas just act good
From the trap,
better
I'm on my own away from home
And in my mind we still have fights
You're always right, nothing is good enough for you
Nothing is good enough for you
So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
"Baby, did you hear that?" "Yeah, baby, I heard it too"
Look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue
Mama Earth
a lick
I pop my collar take a look at my Louis fit
Im married to this money got no love for no bitch
Me and my niggas we just counting bands getting rich
love
Yeah baby
Trapped by your love
Yeah baby
I'm just trapped by your love
Yeah baby
Trapped by your love
Yeah baby
I should thank your parents
For
Sometimes I sit and wonder what I do this for
For the love, my family or tags from every Louis store
Hermans, Raf Simmons, Dior, fire fit galore
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
fun mi
If you say I’m good for nothing o
Therefore you're bad for something o
Flora my flawa Baby eleboje elebolo mi oh
If nothing last forever o
Me
If you say I'm good for nothing o
Therefore you're bad for something o
Flora my flawa
Baby eleboje elebolo mi oh
If nothing lasts forever o
Me
for the too far gone platoon craft
Billy clubs out fallen apple tree trunks
After apple seeds sunk well beneath them
My style sit's softly in a
Synapse
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Pray for
Pray for
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
20 years ago I was posted
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
till we both found guilty
Behind closed doors
I’ma let you see the real me, feel me?
Ooh baby, nothing's too much
Ooh baby, nothing's too much
Ooh baby
on autopilot like them Tesla’s. One thing about life just know it’s going to test ya I pray to god my n*ggas touch a million nothing lesser.
I say what good is
their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
When you mention my name amongst other
Unless it is you baby
Tell me what you want, what you need
What you see, see in me
Is it bad,Is it good baby
Tell me where you've been all my life
Where
bae I'ma slide
She ate the beef and waited
For the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside
'Cause my other chick in the
Crib
Letting time fly by
We been gone all night
Tell me if this wrong or it's right
Or this feeling for the night
Givenchy loui Prada girl that ain't a problem
embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm
Ocean: I haven't seen him since
And for a while, you know
We were not middle-class we were poor
But my mom never accepted
That she worked hard to become
you're perfect, but you're too fucking young for me
And when temptation calls (my phone), I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you're too
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
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