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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sharrod Sloans
Sharrod Sloans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Nov Beats
King Nov Beats
Producer

歌詞

My lil' **** might spin yo block in some bape shit
Now this **** hot, and you not hard to face it
Don't smoke all the weed, we got a ways to go
I pull out my chain, it's inspirational
Rockin' V-Lone, got a lot in my cone
Oh, you thought he was real, cause he lied in a song
Yo, bitch, she like to be choked when I fuck her
I'm thinkin' to myself, this gotta be wrong
Fuck her, then I never wanna see her
Feel like Kawhi when I D her
Feel like Pop Smoke in this Christian Dior
Book a flight for the night, we can go to New York
So many hoes had to buy me some gators
I'm blowin' on strong like I'm Popeye's sailor, man
So many hoes, I could give a review
Man, I probably would fuck her, but I wouldn't date her, man
Probably would fuck her, but I wouldn't date her
Rollin' on X like a motherfuckin' skater
Red and gold bottles for all of the models
The gold ones reserved for the ones who go swallow, let's go
My lil' **** might spin yo block, in some Bape shit
Now this **** hot, and you not hard to face it
Don't smoke all the weed, we got a ways to go
I pull out my chain, it's inspirational
My lil' **** might spin yo block, in some Bape shit
Now this **** hot, and you not hard to face it
Don't smoke all the weed, we got a ways to go
I pull out my chain, it's inspirational
So inspirational, way that we flex ain't occasional
I just ran up some money, a whole lot of dough
****, I had to change up the ratio
They gon' send they condolences if you try playin' with me
****, try it and see
Got a little bitch, look like Mariah Carey
With me, we on Miami Beach
She ain't never know a **** heart was so cold
Pockets on 600 pound life
Your bitch on the side like brown rice
I'm on a wave, sound bite
Hey throw it away, bitch, it's okay
600K in my humble estate
Like VHS when I put out the tape
Bad bitches buzzin' **** in at the gate
A honey, a honey bun
I won't be satisfied till the money come
Know a couple white boys and they really drum
Brrrrd, rum, bum, bum, from a Tommy gun
**** know when I'm ready, it's poppin
She ain't givin' me head, I get noggin
What I rolled in this wood was biscotti
33 clip for Bull, like its scottie, let's go
My lil' **** might spin yo block
In some Bape shit
Now this **** hot
And you not hard to face it
Don't smoke all the weed, we got a ways to go
I pull out my chain, it's inspirational
My lil' **** might spin yo block
In some Bape shit
Now this **** hot
And you not hard to face it
Don't smoke all the weed, we got a ways to go
I pull out my chain, it's inspirational
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Written by: Sharrod Sloans
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