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(I might, I might I might, I might) I might I might pull up to the city in a twilight highlights On fleek! Grindin on the i5 Floor 9 views of the skyline, dry eyes To the guys hitting my line We over, I told ya Ever since 'Yonce told 'bound HOV But wait so If I act like a hoe, I'm a hoe And If I don't, I'm still a hoe I am not a menace, I am an apprentice Ask the dentist I've been flossin' My city on fire, look we all divided How come you ain't getting on it, on it? Uh, yeah Really you sittin' around a game I gon' play with you And now it's funny you thought otherwise Uh, yeah Everybody want a piece but I been all up in the tea And they know that it's honey time Uh, yeah I wanna a four-door, more air force And a door by the peanut gallery Fuck a prenup salary You don't need a man, y'all gonna get roasted like a peanut can Bittersweet (Bittersweet) Well don't go say my name 'cause I take no Ls It's a big mistake, so like whole sales Y'all get cut half off if I see your face Whoop, whoop, th-th-that part Pull up to the stu' with in a black car, yeah Living in LA where the tracks are, yeah Back to the O where my classes are, yeah Now I hate going to class, hope that I finally pass Ballers been kissin' my ass, they're whack surprised (surprise) Keeping it all on the low, it took a minute to blow In case none of you know, I'm back, surprise! (Honeycomb) None of y'all have really got the bars And I can't really get to bars 'Cause I'm too young for the club, right?! (Honeycomb) But I got a secret, they'll let in you if you fly If you got some buzz, it's a bug's life, ay (Honeycomb) Young Cinderella, I'm tellin' a fella He dramatic, like a telenovela You better leave (Honeycomb) I'ma bet on me when you let me be We feel like McCartney in '6-3, yeah This is before we go gold mode, we got a GoPro Film it in slow-mo We moving, rapido, strap it up, back it up Pack it up, impossible, Perry Como, ay I'm kind of lovin' this So hot we need oven mitts He wanna get under this Ooh y'all in trouble kids He doesn't know, I've plottin' with this other bitch We got love for everybody But some of y'all crazy if I'm being honest 'Cause you voted and now it's 2018 And that man is still in the office, jeeeez Yeah, woo I hope my whole family proud of me And my city know that little homie's shootin' from the 3 LILLARD Blackout like it's bingo when I get that Teddy beat And I feel like Kanye's daughter 'cause I rep the 503
Writer(s): Travis Walton, Aaron Booe, Sina Holwerda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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