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Okay I pulled up to the function Everybody know my name "Who you wit, what you on?" Same goddamn thing Honey hair, silver chain Future bright, I'm Doctor Strange Kaya kill away the pain A nigga so smooth, I'm dry in the rain What's the word? A nigga stay fly as a bird Kick that lil' bitch to da curb Vinny really finna splurge Aye, ooo That boy smooth He cannot do What I do Break the girl down Then I build her back up Now she stuck Like some glue If anyone asks, I'm outstanding Got her wetter than Atlantic Not from this planet, This flexin' turnin' to a habit I drip with no sink that's crazy, nigga My shorty not basic, nigga I came from the basement, nigga Still bag chasin' nigga Okay I pulled up to the function Everybody know my name "Who you wit, what you on?" Same goddamn thing Honey hair, silver chain Future bright, I'm Doctor Strange Kaya kill away the pain A nigga so smooth, I'm dry in the rain These niggas ridin' the wave Get the fuck outta my face Hell naw, Ion relate You know it's Based on bass Lil' nigga keep up the pace I done took away the brakes Playin' with the gang ain't safe Y'all niggas good, I'm great Girl you look familiar What is yo dealia? They wanna be me But they nothing similar Go 'head and fill it up Full of the Indica Gimme a ceiling touch Fuck how you feelin' bruh 'Cause I couldn't care enough 'Cause these niggas silly They not from the city But they still be actin' tough So now I pull up to the function Shawties want me 'cause of my name Last night the mirror told me Ain't one better in the game I'm just, walkin' round like I know it Been dat, but I never show it If anyone asks, I'm outstanding They wish a nigga would blow it I hear voices talkin' Bitches steady barkin' Imma livin' legend, So my style they jockin' I don't lean to violence But I still be wildin' He had time hit me, But he tough in silence Poison in my bottle Goin' full throttle Fuckin' wannabe models I'm high, so catch me tomorrow I can't come in second Learned to count my blessings The tongue a lethal weapon Put you in a dead end I don't fuck with acid My mind crazy boo I ain't been the same since So I might lie to you She say she don't got no attitude Hell, she prolly do Devil with an ass and smile Bitch I'm Prada you
Writer(s): Vinson Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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