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Trapping out the bando Rocking my jacket with the camo I'm trying to stack and get the lambo Runaway slave close to Django They tried to pull me down but hell no Cops pulling up and knock at my do Keep my feet up I'm always G'd up I blow the weed up try not to go broke Skkrt In That Bihh yeah rollup like I'm Ric Flair I just hit me a lick yeah I remember when they didn't care Walk in the room she dem bitches stare Fresher than the prince of fucking Bell Air Go and cop me a bottle of Bell Air, lets have a toast Broke boy stay the fuck out my way Shorty get down whenever I stay Speak to the God in me when I pray and I got your lady calling me bae She bust it open all in my face purple and green I'm up and away Stick to that cheese I'm done eating steak Fuck like a rabbit on Easter day like Yeah I'm really down with the shits tho' Yeah I'm really down like limbo This beat is so goddamn hard, you should call a young nigga Timbo Bitch I be on my job trying to do numbers like lingo And she fuck with the squad she fell in love with the lingo Girls come alive in the nighttime Here's a waitlist bitch it's my time No vvs's baby I shine Comma comma comma's all in my mind Stick to the script playing my part Hang with the dawgs bitch we don't bark I got juice man I got the troops Keep it too real man I got the proof Do the Mick Jagger I got the moves Niggas be dabbin' need something new Think I'm a savage don't be a fool Still came up but dropped out of school Bitch I be the man in my city White Nike air with the black skinny KRUGANG bizz they know the dilly got the bandana feeling like Jimmy
Writer(s): Yaw Owusu Eddy Addai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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