Lyrics

Just like every time (yeah) This song 13, Kevin Clean (yeah) I raise my hand to the low (raise my right hand to the low) I pray I never fall off (I pray I never fall off) I wish the same for my dawg (I wish the same for my dawg) Money won't break us apart (money won't break us apart) Them hoes will fuck on us all (them hoes will fuck on us all) They won't argue over no brows (so we don't argue over no brows) I'm in this Maybach sport (I'm sittin' in my Maybach sport) I'm in here talking to dawg (I'm sittin' here talking to dawg) Bottom it, autumn It was summertime before the street's summer, awesome Glass overflowin', keep pourin' nigga We buffin, fools over there looking exhausted But he lost it, I was shittin' on this Multiple garages, high performance Half pound, heavily guarded You gotta run the gauntlet if you really want it Homie, bunch of phantoms and ghosts Bro, the road is 'hunnit I put 40 hours on my truck with some holy water on it When I washed it, temperature dropped Do the my why, pop the gems Cooking up was too hot Rather not they can handle, we still handin' it out Real niggas down south paper up without a doubt I raise my hand to the low (raise my right hand to the low) I pray I never fall off (I pray I never fall off) I wish the same for my dawg (I wish the same for my dawg) Money won't break us apart (money won't break us apart) Them hoes will fuck on us all (them hoes will fuck on us all) They won't argue over no brows (so we don't argue over no brows) I'm in this Maybach sport (I'm sittin' in my Maybach sport) I'm in here talking to dawg (I'm sittin' here- chain, bitch!) Let's get this straight, I'mma get that cake Give a damn if a nigga had a flip deal way You know tip all gad, if he hit hit break If you deal with the muscle then a big mistake What a big disgrace, for goodness sake I dare could break her pretty face Yeah yo bitch know how 'dis dick tastes I penetrate her pearly gates And a world to hate I got living respect in the bonus, she try make me peace Worked in Miami, permit your head and be hidin' They won't even call me a 'hunnit Came up in the 90, would listen to krunit The smoker would dab Detroit in and run it My life is like honey And then I run it (facts) I set up so high my shit be so foul when I post it Don't notice you come in a bandit, the nigga be friend (yeah) But they no name (nah) They could say what they want, but they know I'm who steppin' on someone Push in a button I'm in level G with a strategy, need far what site gotta be Sound like a fort, nigga, fantasy Even near, nigga, better hadda be Caught a seduce, that's support boost Don't cop deuces, ain't no excuse My progress is where I'm at, proof Is in anybody, get it, don't you get excluded I'm a cash getter, you an ass better We will violate your damn left after I'm a whole step, you a half step Go do my dirt, just like a bad filth You said dope to the damn pelt Turn the wrong page and be a letch out I raise my hand to the low (raise my right hand to the low) I pray I never fall off(I pray I never fall out) I wish the same for my dawg (I wish the same for my dawg) Money won't break us apart (money won't break us apart) Them hoes will fuck on us all (them hoes will fuck on us all) They won't argue over no brows (so we don't argue over no brows) I'm in this Maybach sport (I'm sittin' in my Maybach sport) I'm in here talking to dawg (I'm here rappin' to dawg) Alright Alright
Writer(s): Shante Scott Franklin, Clifford Joseph Harris, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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