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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kwasi Owusu
kwasi Owusu
Songwriter

歌詞

I hit the gym cuz the watch got my arm heavy
My nephew ten and he be like unc your car smelly
Twenty twin twin inside peanut butter outside jelly
Ever since I came out the womb I was born ready
I hit the hen and the za got my eyes heavy
I play to win but I'm still out here side betting
Just sold some mid to some old heads who jam R. Kelly
Ain't teach her shit, seem this ratchet ho was born ready
Man he fresh like a big tymer on a zip liner
Baby how my wrist shining, you gon get inside it
The way you give me brain I'ma call you head liner
Yea you off the chain but your sis a bit finer
I don't know you I might need a reminder
Yea we know the truth but these **** keep lying
Hung out with you and I noticed you ain't got it
Social media fooled me I never really thought it
**** like a check but I still keep bouncing
Dropped a thirty ball on a Mazi at the auction
Brush my teeth in a mink yea your boy big flossing
Now I'm online asking how much for a dolphin (how much are we talking?)
I hit the gym cuz the watch got my arm heavy
My nephew ten and he be like unc your car smelly
Twenty twin twin inside peanut butter outside jelly
Ever since I came out the womb I was born ready
I hit the hen and the za got my eyes heavy
I play to win but I'm still out here side betting
Just sold some mid to some old heads who jam R. Kelly
Ain't teach her shit, seem this ratchet ho was born ready
Yea I'ma get dough yea I'ma get dough
I never switch hoe that's on my big bro
I need some indo yea what that hit for
Give me a thick hoe I make her get low
Dressed like a dope boy
They know bitch Sosa wavy
The za got me sedated
I'm what the lord created
Ain't rock no gucci lately
I'll burn you bout a payment
This a glock not a .380 shit is crazy for real
I ain't gotta tell you that I'm real and I'm solid
I ain't tryna get my point across all melodic
I ain't gotta tell you that yo bitch want my body
I told you that I'm solid
I hit the gym cuz the watch got my arm heavy
My nephew ten and he be like unc your car smelly
Twenty twin twin inside peanut butter outside jelly
Ever since I came out the womb I was born ready
I hit the hen and the za got my eyes heavy
I play to win but I'm still out here side betting
Just sold some mid to some old heads who jam R. Kelly
Ain't teach her shit, seem this ratchet ho was born ready
Written by: kwasi Owusu
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