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held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
Let them get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Let the models get tipsy
See these niggas acting fly like say them be catfish
If you read
Here we are
where we were
back on everything
Went too far
now we're fine
back on everything
So much for making it day by day
Back
Three, four
All my role models are on TV for the wrong reasons
And, I will unravel if you rip away my best pieces
Would've never come so far
though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got
though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got
to the yacht off the Gold Coast
We was totin' choppers on the block, sellin' coco
Now we treatin' models like they thots out in SoHo (yeah)
Thirty mill' in
though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got
The, the, the ones coming up, what you think they gon' do?
It's gon' be so many Dolphs and they gon'
It's gon' be someone that's gon' take this
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket
They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is post-traumatic
My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac
a sweEP (4-0)
Ten toes down, I'm 10 steps ahead (Aint dead)
but I be overthinking, and I cant get to sleep (No sleep)
So I gotta gotta go hard in this bitch
been running around my mind for so long
Gone to far
I been down I been gone for so long
I been chilling all alone I’m alone by myself at times
(By myself
One two three four
How many bottles on my floor
One two three four
How many models at my door
I don't even want to talk to them no more
But they
Mi weigh one hundred an' forty five pound
Dis a one have to be the talk of the town
Say, I know any gal cyaan go model with mi
Say, I know any gal
Linkin with the team got the dream we bout to go far
Moves they ain't free I'm makin hits just like a pop star
The Pussy Is so sweet and it taste just like
before
To see the idea clear it takes a year or more
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven
No hear for four years still multiplied by
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
So Far Gone where do I belong
Just me trust me ima me win on my own
Oh please don't miss me
(No no no no)
Do what you do
Take a shot me you know I'm
okay faggot?
Don't be so sensitive
If you want to get fucked in the ass
That's between you and whoever else's dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was
hallow
I'm not a role model
Pop these pills out the bottle
Prescriptions cost a lot woah
Money by the knots woah
Bitches by the bunch woah
She said that
and I, and I, uh
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
Four Belvederes, got weed
cans
-Side hustle just to make an extra dollar and a half
Money gone soon as I get it, so I gotta make it last
-Lane Fast, far leftest… Freeway on a tilt
The final frontier is for those with no fear
The future's not far for the future is here
His nose to the his mind is so strong
Through victory or failure
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