Lyrics:
Surrounded by unpacked cardboard boxes in my living room
The walls need a little paint and the floors have turned my bare feet black
I came here
This is full discretion, I am only honest
You saying you're real but you hiding in the closet
This is your discretion, why you not honest
You talking big
I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin', pinky ring
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
a different booze
So much designer in my closet I can't even choose
Drunk ass nigga this ain't liq but I got shots for you
Hell nah, I ain't talking bout no
all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Pretty girls, oh (Big bruh Chef man, I love you for that man)
Well all my nigga's just
I'ma stop playin' in a minute (Hahahaha)
Turn the lights down and roll one
Roll one
Pass that Henny too
Pass that Henny
Beats by Eclipse (Just trying
a wraith
Look, I want an estate
Big ass closet
Add in a safe
With an AR right by my chase
So if a nigga try, I shoot off his face
But never the case, I'm
(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up)
gotta do is tell me that you goin' be down tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
Strip club shorty
Big boy bought it
Had to holla at her
Sound
Bb’s my dental
I need a big plate
Intercontinental
scoring in a big league
Feeling like a AI
papi que la qué hay
Bounce booty bounce
dale tra,
like a regal
She make my deposit, my closet is fresh segal
I rain terror, yes I rain terror,
Put my name on ya mind my style is new era
I been down
CC bag look nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting man you get me
Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
clean
I got the retros on my feet
Got the Yeezys in the closet if I wanna switch dat shit
Also got that Raf Simons
Coming from a little island
I hear
and down on your playlist
Put a heart next to this I'm your favorite
On my big Sean, nigga finally famous
If you confused about it let me explain it
I'm big
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
to shop out of my store
Grab him by his pompadour show him a closet and how to get out of that door
Catch him with his Jammies on making passes and bet I
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
Pectations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean
He's goin' too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
my pocket
This shirt holds everything me, I got vintage in my closet
Don't act out of pocket, you act funny like the office
Take an L like Samuel
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