Lyrics:
well
She lick me like blue bell
She just want that clout
I don't let her post me when we goin out
Bitch move that camera
I don't give a damn bruh
You
come a lil closer
And yo main bitch she wit me she ask me to post her
I was down bad i was stuck you was there but yeen even help a nigga up w
We some
tylko na fb napisać post że właśnie piszę numer
Prawdy tyle w tym że właśnie piszę post o tym że piszę numer
Wypadałoby przescrollować wall jak już tu
Aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy
supposed 2 do
Cant stay posted dude
Post a post on social media- I bet it get no views (Dam)
It aint Clout, It aint Drama
It aint Propped up, Its just Proper
And people don't graffiti on walls no more
Instead they post online to share a thought
And people don't do feelings no more
Just post a relative
That ship
It sailed
I put my all all up in the shit
My pain
Something
You can't feel
I just go harder
For this shit
I'm tryna post my bail
Yeah
I'm
niggas they really nawh
These niggas they really flaw
Young nigga old law
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
No
away
And even the days
When I'm gone won't be long
Just like deuces I'm up and away
Always I know I'll see you on my post
Liking your pics just
One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i’m worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo
the kids play nice
Make it look good and post twice
Vaccinate the different hope to change em
Fuck a sickness this is a contagion
Living all inside
only when I see a post about plastic in the ocean
Or like a dead elephant or something
I tell myself I'm going to be productive when I sit down at my
Smoke and mirrors I might disappear
Shit is closer than it may appear
I put a post up do they feel me still
Post Morten them the way I kill
Pose for em
It's your girl, M. Lee Post
I'm about to drop some knowledge
So you better listen up
So many forks and so many spoons
Too many forks and too many
flippin hella bricks
If a nigga want it out the post
Then we mail the shit
Gotta get the bag and run it up
Do it hella quick
He a pussy
He ain't bout that
leaving, he’s probably gone
You are still thinking what should you post
A clever hashtag for your last breakup
Your baby is leaving, he’s probably gone
You
niggas rather type a post to a friend
Instead on typing a pin
ATM deposit racks
And keep a stash just to spend
I’ll fuck a nigga bitch if he drive a lac
the savings closed
Try me get your face exposed (Try me get your face exposed)
Upon a fucking facebook post (Upon a fucking facebook post)
I know im
Woah woah woah
Oh mah gawd
I am so high
Don’t kill mah vibe
One Helluva
Voice of an angel
American Idol
Her body banging bang like Draco
Post
a boiling pot
With every MC trying to reach the top
Now y'all post vids for the cops to watch
Then you cry like a b**ch when you get into a knot
It's Rude,
up lil Pinto
That n**** said slide slime you don’t gotta Pay cinco
Im going to state to state
Now these n***** wanna congratulate
But u ain't post my
back” posts
Showing off like cleavage
Not feeling cute
But posts for us to know
From memories
She felt cute jus a week ago
Oh shit
It’s the time
on reporting
Footsteps and symbols were linking
And the sign posts carry code
Mountains rise like waves
And we drive around a maze
No destination or place
roll in the hood
Aint got a stick
Imma roll in a wood
Pack touched down
And you know that its good
Im good where I go
Imma post where you couldnt
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