Lyrics

Boys boys no be fam, de3 y3b3y3 biaa 3ny3 mo f3 ehhh But forget everybody we've been putting work everyday This is the right time Call on my love ones Life's been hard homie I need some quiet time Setting piece for ma niggas We up in the corners in die times Life we living Lord knows Lemme know if it's the right time All my hustlers we living it Rap games we be killing it Niggas with me gotta let em in Ain't fucking I'm a celibate Money coming gotta celebrate Now you met up with the boss gotta get the wins b'fore you meet the deficit Feeling my Asap season Boys boys no be real Charley ohia y3 ya o ebi now you know the deal I got Nothing to loose, man ain't got no reason Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Feeling ma Asap season We winning we winning we winning We gon win on a daily Hard work pays y3kc down kraa still we ain't giving Up And awake we need the bread on daily Lent there's no fasting Conversation with the pope Issa session time and I really need is some dope Call me bro no flashing Payday niggas cashing Oh In ma Asap Season yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah Feeling my Asap season Boys boys no be real Charley ohia y3 ya o ebi now you know the deal I got Nothing to loose, man ain't got no reason Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Yeah yeah In ma Asap Season Feeling ma Asap season yeah yeah
Writer(s): Thomas Twumasi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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