Lyrics

Chyeah, chyeah I'll show you respect, yeah Left foot, right foot, one to the head, yeah Left hook, right hook, on to the deck, yeah Standing sleeping, walking dead, yeah V-12 leakin', big exhaust (huh?) yeah Beat off leavin' man in the morgue, yeah GT, Turbo, I'm in the Porsche, yeah Speed off, burn off, suttin' got tortured Sex, money, I need some more, yeah Take a chance, I can afford to take a chance My baddie bi like sayonara Ferrari you drivin' South of France They preein', they schemin' and tryin' Tryna get their eye on my ting, but they can't Cardiac arrest on my neck and it froze up my chest I think I broke my heart (chyeah!) The bad ting from Budapest Hit her in Paris and I told her, "Au revoir" I don't give a fuck who's next, I'll show you now Big boy pow, big boy cash, big boy wow You can't take bad gyal from big boy (chyeah!) I'll show you respect, yeah Left foot, right foot, one to the head, yeah (bow) Left hook, right hook, on to the deck, yeah (woo) Standing sleeping, walking dead, yeah V-12 leakin', big exhaust, yeah Beat off leavin' man in the morgue, yeah GT, Turbo, I'm in the Porsche, yeah Speed off, burn off, suttin' got tortured (chyeah, mhm) I can't be under attack (mhm) I can't be takin' no chat (mhm) I got that gangster stance I eat with my hands, I'm an African man (mhm, chyeah) I got a thing from Sudan We from the sand, we just cross from Japan (mhm, let's go) All of this money, it's math These baddies is algebra, figure it out (mhm, shine) Niggas love talk on the net When I come through, I don't see no disrespect (huh?) Somebody owe me a check, uh Oh, that's your dog? I'ma put down your pet (mhm, woo) I don't do call and collect's I don't do calls, just call me correct (mhm, chyeah) Make a boy 'fore I forget Brand new teeth, I'ma fill up your set (mhm, chyeah) Whew (chyeah, huh?) Whew Whew, whew (chyeah, ooh) Whew, whew (woo) Whew (woo) whew Hey, chyeah I'll show you respect, yeah Left foot, right foot, one to the head, yeah Left hook, right hook, on to the deck, yeah Standing sleeping, walking dead, yeah V-12 leakin', big exhaust (chyeah) yeah Beat off leavin' man in the morgue, yeah GT, Turbo, I'm in the Porsche, yeah Speed off, burn off, suttin' got tortured
Writer(s): Lance Omal, Bally, Brandon Terrell Veal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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