Letra

It's MadaraBeatz JayBenJay productions Turn me up, KidSpyral Picked up a pen in December '018, a date to remember Young black queen and I enter Former member thinks I resent her Couldn't take I'm attention centre Snake, pretender, got spun in a blender Twitter and a YouTube trender So you still talk my name when I left ya Had to done that duo I think you know, cut that evil eye See how I kicked off, 2-0 Big boss Hugo, Sag, no Gemini Ten second clip to a milli' in a month Balmain drip to my Jordan 1's Puttin' those rumours to bed, now they all are done Once chance to be my toy-boy If I did get D'd then I might woi-oi 'Cause if Insta died, then so would your career You'd be the first to be unemployed (huh, bitches) Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-doo! How many speeches you gon' do? You shoulda stopped at number two Screaming my name when I don't know you This bitch is a dog, I'ma leash her too Look at the hair, look at the nails, look at the drip (drip) Look at the views, look at the plaques, look at the hits (hits) You see me shine, I'm on my grind, look at the pics (pics) About to blow, rocking Off-White, I ain't talkin' bricks Snatch wig back like a Lambo roof Make gyal disappear like, "Where she?", poof And your bredrin too If I see that wretch, she can get three, two, yeah, you, yeah, you Backup dancer, yeah, you, yeah, you Sideman, yeah, you, yeah, you Oh, Vanessa, where you? Where you? On your TV screen and your radios too Only started, game got clarted, highly regarded ('garded) I'm hittin' targets, labels calling, I'm on the market (market) Expensive carpet in my apartment Look, I'ma starlet (starlet) Four-door, skrrt and park it All of this ice, I come like the Arctic I set a trend, you follow on On to the next, you hopping on They say I flex, none of them wrong Just got a crib off one of my songs I set a trend, you follow on On to the next, you hopping on They say I flex, none of them wrong Just got a crib off one of my songs I push buttons like type and stuff Rose gold chain with a diamond clutch All white whip, cocaine coloured Pyrexed up We make money, we make moves Bro got locked, come home soon Clock hit noon, gun go "Boom" Face in a box, this ain't Zoom Rise at moon (huh) Wrist on freeze, burr, Gucci fur Money goes out, more goes in My bank account twerking, I'm just working Haters lurking Somethin' get drawn on an opp, it's curtains I got the game in the bag, it's Birkin Listen up, true say, I give sermons, ayy (ayy) It's Daily Duppy, that's bars on bars IVD, shoot straight for the stars Look at the galaxy, I'm on Mars If I whisper once, then the mandem charge No more snickers, no more laugh That's my jigga, he's on task Wray and his nephew both take part When the liquor shot, leave a Maker's Mark I said what I said, I ain't saying no more Pack my bags, 2021, I'm going on tour Queen, hahahaha
Writer(s): Vanessa Mahi, Christopher Layton, Paul Sekasi, Lee Jennings, Faruuq Salami, Joshua Benjamin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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