Texty

Cant get wit the steppers My locks they be extra They loving my texture I come from the Mecca I'm born wit the pepper I came up wit Hector This truck full of pressure I'm breakin the record I put it together I'm low in Tribeca Like Doctors my check up Ice that Everytime I touchdown gotta spike that Never been in the field but he type that He just riding bro wave he ain't like that Never trust when they say they be right back Leave wit a night cap Left him wit twice that He couldn't fight back Man these niggas is hoes not homies I know I got issues like Tony And they know not to play wit the roadie Keep at least eight I be pullin like Kobe Take out my hair I be feelin like Frobe Playin wit bands I feel like Bon Jovi Play wit the set and I'm ootin like Sony I do it my lonely Pray if you owe me We on the defense I like playing goalie They do not live it they like being phony OF6 it ain't shit to be fair about And they love me they know what I carry out And it's fuck you aint shit to be clear about Imma hustla you know I don't fear a drought Imma hustla you know I could clear a route If we brothers you know we can't share a doubt And they know I'm from 40 It's in my nature I stay in that nauti They be changin the story Back in the day they was runnin from shorty I keep Porscha in Sporty My baddie in doggy You froze when you saw me VVs blingin it's hard to ignore me Keep ya eye open ya favorite adore me Ain't no coming back And I been here don't ask who been runnin that I be callin the play ain't no runnin back Anything you put up we gone double that You a bitch you hear rumors and run wit that She a dog how tf you in love wit that If you know what we know good luck wit that Cant get wit the steppers My locks they be extra They loving my texture I come from the Mecca I'm born wit the pepper I came up wit Hector This truck full of pressure I'm breakin the record I put it together I'm low in Tribeca Like Doctors my check up And they know I'm from 40 It's in my nature I stay in that nauti They be changin the story Back in the day they was runnin from shorty I keep Porscha in Sporty My baddie in doggy You froze when you saw me VVs blingin it's hard to ignore me Keep ya eye open ya favorite adore me
Writer(s): Jereh Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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