Letra

Aye yea your are not my people you are not my equal you are no amigo Cuz I do not fold under pressure cuz that be that bag talking That be that money talking that be my moves walking Feel like I'm moon walking Niggas talk on the side false reports those are lies we don't mix please don't try We cook hits you cook fries we around the clock Like six your around the clock like five that means even when it's Time you pussy niggas still behind Whoa yea bad bitches you should know it all dimes Never tokens you run from it while we toe to toe it living life Cuz we chosen living life cuz it's open got our hands on the culture I swear to god it over Aye yea your are not my people you are not my equal you are no amigo Cuz I do not fold under pressure cuz that be that bag talking That be that money talking that be my moves walking Feel like I'm moonwalking Watch me sing like Toni Toni Fontane mister Macaroni hella cheese Hella mozzarella stones on me like rocafella Please don't make me have to rocafella My life a movie got my plot together niggas still out here pressed for pussy Niggas still wearing Cosby sweaters whole camp full of legends Whole camp full of icons more dashboard less Review we let bygones be bygones it get wild on that southside Keep your eyes open for the pythons you know Fontane all about the green cuz I'm a beast boy teen titans Game on the line pass the rock nigga you ain't really Kobe like that boy we only met one time why you lying nigga You don't really know me like that bars like dope in The pot from the school of hard rock like my name jack black Where was you at where was you at when we starved While you niggas got fat real rap Aye yea your are not my people you are not my equal you are no amigo Cuz I do not fold under pressure yea cuz That be that bag talking that be that money talking That be my moves walking feel like I'm moonwalking
Writer(s): Darrien Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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