Letra

Swoozy baby baby get a dolla hit a lick Baby al that smack mothafucka take a whiff Got problems out the ass but im blessed as it get Bouta run my bag up and cop a harley and shit now Aint that a trip? ima trip to thailand to ride elephants I been bippin not slippin resistant for instance who u kno Better in a million mile distance it's a spider in the tesla Dreams of getting better why they look at me like the boy Suppose to let up i been on my deen aint no swine on my dresser This is mcqueen peep da skull on my sweater i use to feel sad but That was only for a few my brother said to me do what u gotta do In a world of mr. me too's it's only one you ima mew two either Bumping seasons or tru bleu i want my mother out that Suburu And in a new coop i don't want too much power cause they'll shoot You rest in peace Scoota up next i salute you ima keep draggin my nuts Across they forehead how u hate more instead of gettin more bread you Can't box a nigga like i i stand vertical ain't folding dis guy proud of who I am don't need no disguise got too much on my plate to keep up wit lies Even more up my sleeve so all i know Is grind cause it's a spider in the tesla But no need to fear they gonna look at u like u ain't suppose to be here ol hatin Ass bluffin ass frontin ass really ain't no good for nothin ass motha shut ya mouth
Writer(s): Al Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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