Texty

Mm, really been goin' back to back to back To back to back to back to back Like the Neighborhood Warriors I don't miss (I don't miss) I don't play nothin' (I don't play nothin') I don't diss (I don't diss) I don't say nothin' (I don't say nothin') I go swish (I go swish) that's an A1 I state (I state) with no A1 Tell the chef I said thanks to the tell, I'm in the bank Tell my Momma I'm livin' good, tell my kids don't stress a thing I go back to back on the drops, drop a lot And she pack the bags, sh-she shop 'til we drop I just wake up, I don't say nothin' I'm on go-go, I don't stay long I've been up now, that's a case won I've been down too, like the bass drum I got some summer toys for the summer boy I keep drummer boys in the summer boy I keep makin' noise, I've been paranoid This is God body, you could never void I don't miss (I don't miss) I don't play nothin' (I don't play nothin') I don't diss (I don't diss) I don't say nothin' (I don't say nothin') I go swish (I go swish) that's an A1 I state (I state) with no A1 Tell the chef I said thanks to the tell, I'm in the bank Tell my Momma I'm livin' good, tell my kids don't stress a thing I go back to back on the drops, drop a lot And she pack the bags, sh-she shop 'til we drop These beats are up in Bedum These bags, you can't believe 'em I never saw the country, but the money comes from Sweden I meet 'em, then I leave 'em, I wake up, fight my demons I never grew my circle, I can't trust you with my freedom Give me lockdown, keep you locked out Only winners here, you look pop now I get drops now, on the top now In the wintertime, still, go top down, I get flee I don't go bust down, I go plain jane, watch me skate Yeah, I see you now, I can tell you're watchin' me I go ghost, but Tommy, I'm more like it lit Rockstar baby turned popstar I don't miss (I don't miss) I don't play nothin' (I don't play nothin') I don't diss (I don't diss) I don't say nothin' (I don't say nothin') I go swish (I go swish) that's an A1 I state (I state) with no A1 Tell the chef I said thanks to the tell, I'm in the bank Tell my Momma I'm livin' good, tell my kids don't stress a thing I go back to back on the drops, drop a lot And she pack the bags, sh-she shop 'til we drop
Writer(s): Seamus Mcnamara, Nicholas Sprague Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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