Lyrics:
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
to see
Who gets it, gotta wait and see
What’s in front of you’s all I need to be
No fake name to fade mine, na I’ll just be me
If you’re not into it, don’t
to the s man it don't get no reala
[Chorus x 2]
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be taught
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you
the hook
So, you feel me you get me, you feel me
There's a lot of floors, but I'm still at the ceiling
Cop a hundred dollars off the shore, that's a killing
U ain't heard, now u see see
U over there, now u see see
Cali boy hotter than Fiji
Never stop short like Didi
In the cut, they changed up
Hit em with
been there
Now I'm in there, sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my Mama
She got on some fly
and me, we are knockin' them doors and no we
Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be
Careful what you say, there ain't no punks
about my pain and she hoping for me
She said you been losing touch, but it's focus to me
If I find what I'm looking for, it's over for me
Yeah I see it
"Hello"
She looked him up and down and said, "You know where you can go"
He said, "Come on, baby, don't play no game
I'm called Aladdin, tell me what's
gone out!
KWIRK
No, you fool! You?ve leaned on the button! Turn the viewer back on! Now get the phasers on that bird.
LOUD VOICE
I am an Angel
I know the level of my conscious, lyrically there ain't no stopping now
Acting like you can match that, the flow is abstract
The bars should come
don't you ever disrespect me"
Tristan Thompson tryna keep his new baby a secret
Seventy-five thousand couldn't get her not to keep it (it couldn't)
been there
Now I'm in there, sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my Mama
She got on some fly
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
to the four
Baby ain't no sense in acting tough
It's a hundred fifty dollar fine
Think that shit accurate
We at the studio
Big booty hoes
Tryna get over you
I'm
straight that this life isn't easy
Focus on you making sure you get paid
You told me you'll always be mine yet you cheated
Tell me bitch how could you
You could try me if you want to baby
You could try me if you wanna be safe
You could find me if you want to baby
But there's no guarantee I'll
to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
raise no dummies, I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass
Dis ain't no Netflix and chill baby
Money on me
I get money
Keep it or leave it
Billy Jean... Michael Jackson
She want me to beat it
They didn't
the layers til I'm slipping on floors of bananas
Lit a store of candles
Get me mad I got the core of banner
Surrounded by rich, surrounded by poor
Nothing
fool me
Lamar Jackson spin move
How can I front when I been dude
Ima fuck you out ya swim suit
Dolce and Gabbana utensil
I just hope she ain’t so
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