Lyrics:
I'ma be in Magic City
Got a had to ship it
I been feeling like T-Pain
Fuck around and fell in love with strippers
Walk around in my cavalli slippers only
don't strike me as funny
Been too good to you
I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom
Betcha gon' know-know
Ayy
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
Bitch, I'm not the GOAT, I'm some' like Don Dada
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada
Wanna fuck with me, know
to the money but I am not Forrest
Takeoff!
Cavalli, Versace, got silk on my body
Spanish bitch, her name is Rosci
I put her on roxy's
She calling me Papi (what
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don
know I'm the kid
Pills don't have to make me leave
Pills in my nose gon' make me bleed
I get up and I can't speak
My bitch is exotic, can't fuck with
Stress on my chest can she take it off me
Slide in it slow then she lay up on me
cnd I can take the pain like a shot of vossi
Don't hide your closet
the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only
by day)
Mile by mile (ooh), go your way, go your way
Say it, baby, don't give up
You've got to hold on to what you got
Oh, baby, don't give up
by day)
Mile by mile (ooh), go your way, go your way
Say it, baby, don't give up
You've got to hold on to what you got
Oh, baby, don't give up
Different links for flake
Cut me out of my drink you snake
Now I think you're fake
I turn grams to grands
Every road rinsed my tape
Don't you know you're
on punishment
I've been hangin' where the money been
I don't know what type of love is this
Can you tell me where my dogs at?
Put a hollow in your ball cap
like T-Pain, fuck around and fell in love with strippers
Walk around in my cavalli slippers
Only [?]
Quarter million off of baby bottles
By
house by lake
Big engine gon make that bitch quake
Big prezzy wit ice on the face
So cold it gave me the shakes
But thotys stay choosing
And they gon
boy, you groovy?
And my backwood stuffed crushed fruity
And I don't wanna fuck the
Bitch if she ain't cute
The bitch gon' juug me a Cuban
And my Rolex
be a rock star baby
I'm a strum ya body, ya body like a guitar string
Stuntin' in Roberto Cavalli, mami with the dime frame
Hotter than tamales
'bout to cum, I say I'm comin' wit ya
And she don't like them pretty niggas, sidity niggas
She ride this dick, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
this shit
Nowadays I'm in my bag but I can't sleep off in this shit
Nowadays bitches mad at me they say Ion care about shit
Baby I'm really tryna build
Gotta eat me a rapper today
I forgot to eat man
Fuck it
Smokin' out my brain cells
Got the trap doin' numbers
Got everybody wonderin'
How
Top floor gang
You too broke u cant hang
This coat by helmut lang gon put yo ass to shame
If u not gang don't step up to this gang or u gon feel some
сосет мне
Пока я читаю (пока я читаю)
Hiddy forever g.o.a.t на трапе
Белый как molly (molly)
Сука miley cyrus
На мне roberto cavalli
Baby sits on me
Как
on her back
While you're blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt and a smile
You heard me? (Ah uh, Ah uh)
Special - I'm a special kind of nigga
Look at my
, no)
I'll go crazy (No) i'll go insane
Yo, yo
Now somethin's happenin' between you and me
Baby, don't leave, I can't take it no more
My heart is sore if
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