Tekst Utworu

These days I ain't minding my manners At the party getting wild please don't pull out the cameras Even when I'm in your city I have full field advantage Getting faded tonight tomorrow will feel the damage All I do is take risks, take chicks, take chances Staring at the world through my gold frame glasses Fucking all night she gon' be late for her classes They ask me what I do for a living I make classics, aye She the center location She make it clap for a youngin, like a standing ovation She's as pretty as a angel, says I'm evil as Satan Damn I'm really on the come-up aye damn that's amazing 2018 bout to be my realest year ain't no one can stop me Really I don't feel no fear If you knew the truth yall wouldn't be together still Never gave a fuck, don't think I ever will I'm just trynna rage Bitch rage I'm always in the cut just like some stitches Logic with the flow G Eazy with the bitches Rappers chase the pussy, I'm just out here chasing riches We left the club, we did the deed I gave that hoe the business I swear you rappers making bread crumbs Once I put my name on it, sit back and watch the bread come I'm always shining on these beats this is redrum The girl you call your darling is the girl that I get head from They hating on me, fuck it let em hate Money is something that those fuckers will not generate Time to get to eating like I'm starving like I never ate Never cuff a hoe I just fuck em I don't ever date woah Money talks you ain't in the convo homie With your girl getting faded in the condo homie Once I hit it, I pass her like I ride the homie You ain't down to ride then you are not the homie I'm just tryna rage Bitch rage
Writer(s): Daniel Mizrahi, Bradley Jerome Bison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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