Lyrics:
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The words I spit
Be’s like acid to the sink
Great David was born to do it
I was born to win
Step by step I grow up
Continue to spin
I rap so good
And I only rap on Sundays
I only rap on Sundays bro, it's the only time I got to rap
I don't do this rap shit bro
Yo 250 where you at Bring out baby
fishes
I want bread buttered & biscuit's
I will chase every dog
Hand fed by all these bitches
Like a sloth laid up
Squirrel girl on my nuts
Spiderman in
girl (aye girl)
its me again (its me again)
can you bring a friend because we goin in (goin in)
can you bring a friend because we goin in (goin in)
can
she be in the fire like damn, damn
How you feel
Bitch, I'm sorry, Jesus take the wheel
How did your mans die up in the field
It takes some hours so you
like tequila
You look like a diva
On top of the chick I'm a cheetah
Booth
You don't have any clue
Yeah we reach for the moon
Never play by the rules
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
and it's on
Three shots four shots five shots oh shit, I think I'm gone
You see that girl walkin' by?
She gimme them bedroom eyes
Later on I'm a take that
got all the answers
But I ain't go searching for em
Guess I did it by the books
With no proof of purchase for em
You not real it's a shame
And you not
a swag off the meter
Couple spots like a cheetah
Yeah, speedin' in the whip
Just left from the car lot
I don't never see the bench
All a nigga do is ball
bitches just distractions All they do is bring you pain
So I'ma ride all by my doli Till my M is in the bank
Then I'ma put on for the team And get them
Months went by of loving you
You foolish little kid
Careless loving at your fathers house
Kissing every inch of you
Baby was it obvious?
Did we wake
the meter
(Rampage)
Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters
Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in Cheetah's...
(Spliff Star)
I been stuck in my ways you feeling some way I aint ducking no fades
Been dumping so much I been ducking my js
Been fucking so much it might fuck up
Yes this girl is a keeper
Dance on the dick call her ballerina
Beating up the pussy now she running like a cheetah, yeah
No I ain't gon leave ya
This
dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it
Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, your pussy's lookin' so vacant
And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia
the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
a nasty pic
So I can see right where it is
And I promise I won't show my friends (yeah right)
She replied, well OK B-T-W by the way
S-M-H it's such a shame
by looking in your face
It's the way that you wind up your waist
I'm so in awe, girl, you never have to worry 'bout nothing
You know it's yours, you
'cause I bring the heat
Everything I had, I gave it to you
Fire so hot, what you gon' do?
Look me up and down, when I'm with my crew
I kill it, la, da, di,
everybody one each
Yes so bring the Veuve Clicquot
We about to hit the big 3.O
Party like it's carnival in Rio
Life's too short, I need a V.O
Yo, we
food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back, like, "Damn, I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit,
bring physical rain
And the only thing y'all
Feel is physical pain, what
We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in
Ran like a cheetah with
Thoughts
just bring them 2
Bring them by the 2
Bring them by the 3
Ion even care that’s just all i know
Ok stop
Bring it back before i even hop
F****** with these
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