Lyrics

I play the crads i was dealt Rather be your Ace than the king I talking blackjack nigga hit like a soft 17 This that hip hop for the feens My nigga phra got the lean Got about a ounce in my jeans Your bitch wana bounce with team Im draped up drippin' in gold I wake up drippin' in hoes Bitch i just woke up in paris Im about to wake up the globe My seat go back like girbauds We still be tippen 44 Got that wrapped up like 4 vogues I got 3 bitches 4 doors 3 bitches in my photos Double R these ain't no polos I got the devil on hold Rappers you're seeking your soul Nigga be that cream off the top Tryna get that thing off the lot No no not that one on the drop Got get them ds fuck them stocks Set mob fuck them thots DJ evil dee who got props Duck down when i buck these buckshots Get down this where the buck stops Aint waiting like no bus stops Gotta bust my ass to the top Fuck what them boys talking about cause Im'a A-town killer with the flow H-town i tip on 4/4s Chi-town i keep it 300 Worldwide don't Nana nigga want it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Who wants it Boys talking, boys talking Boys talking, boys talking Boys talking, boys talking Boys talking, boys talking Wanna be that talk of town Gotta knock the crown out of the top Of who they say may get down Gotta knock that boy out his spot Aint about to play with nobody get bodied for what you not This ain't no body to body slow jam this that body rock This that dope for dopamine's Dopes as that crack out the pot I'm talking whipping and whipping this that go hard as rock I'm out here sweating and dripping shit off think I'm Tupac I'm trying to fuck all thr groupies i wish i had me two cocks Shawdy be fresh as new socks although im denim be dirty That's because I'm fresh off the block i keep some pot on my person I need song lean when I'm perking Boy that's that faith like mace Make sure levels got treble boy I'm ace with base Make sure you run with some rebels if you run up my space Cause i run from no body my city raised me that way I raise my L to the ceiling boy what the fuck they say
Writer(s): Alexandre Brovelli, Don Carlos Eugene Price, Fabrice Brovelli, Christophe Caurret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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