Lyrics

You know I'm riding with my bro's Quick to let it go Pay all my taxes, I never pay for hoes I always gotta get it, Never finish I talk too much, Ya'll don't never listen I'm ducking I'm ducking these feds You heard what I said, I'm chasing this bread I'm feeling so stressed But it could be worse so I should feel blessed It could be worse And Imma get everything I deserve Sick of seeing mama cry I hope that one day mama seeing that I try I hope I make it before my parents die I hope they see that I ain't playing tonight Cause if you test me boy I'm letting it go I'm letting it fly, You can tell em 'bout it by the Looking my eyes Lord you can take my soul, If I lied And tell this bitch get off my dick If she ain't' gon' ride If she ain't gon' ride I wanted the big face rose gold Rolie Never needed no friends cuz I know you was phony And my rap's supreme my babe looking cozy And you mad cuz you know you can't control me (Free Gucci) Ah! (Take a second, You know it baby) Shout out my brother Dre (Go back in) Yeah! They ain't rooting for me They ain't clapping for me They ain't happy for me But I'm happy for me Shqipe We Made It Happy belated I graduated I ain't no Tony Montana But fucking your bitch on a banana boat And you hatin' I came straight up of the boat You pussy boys ya get exposed Talkin' shit I hope you know I know Without a deal I'm still on the road I'm running through your bitch with my bro's I'm running through your bitch with my bro's Oh yeah! I did it, I did it, I did it Man up on toe and I hit it Ima DM you the pictures I wanted the big face rose gold Rolie Never needed no friends cuz I know you was phony And my rap's supreme my babe looking cozy And you mad cuz you know you can't control me Oah! You gonna lose your mind Tryna understand what the fuck's in mine
Writer(s): Cory Blake, Labinot Gashi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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