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Yeah I swore I'd never switch Heart so cold like my wrist I don't make love with my lips Too busy spitting bars Trust me this is as hard as it gets But niggas too quick to reject No I didn't give a damn yeah I kept rapping When I pull up on the scene they can't stop clapping (clap, clap, clap, clap) They like nigga where you been I'm like who's asking You know we always been your team way before the blessings Yo stop capping Yeah with all this drip got me feeling like I'm aquaman Zero competition just like kids versus the boogeyman I ain't throwing shades but it's funny what's happening Niggas claim they popping but they rich only Instagram Yo! Looking all clean we ain't forcing it That's just how it is when you calm and you hustling I just wanna make my momma proud excuse my sentiment All I really wanted was some help so drop the compliments Woah Mans so cold Post up on the gram now your girl them froze Goals different moves Pre season yet we balling with the pros Woah Mans so cold Post up on the gram now your girl them froze Oh goals different moves Pre season yet we balling with the pros woah Pass the cheques we could skip the fame Special effects but nothing really seems to change I'm trying to get bag while trynna make the name Finna think out the box cause these niggas move thesame You know it's hard to be different when you're bounded by limitations I been moving so different I go way beyond expectations No one else see the vision She was cool but she tripping And if a nigga act up flush him out like abortion I'm like woah mans so cold Post up on the gram now your girl them froze Oh goals different moves Pre season yet we balling with the pros Woah man's so cold Post up in the gram now your girl them froze Oh goals different moves Preseason yet we balling with the pros woah Yh money made us shake hands Made a big plan Had to turn up For the big win Droped a bomb on these niggas like it's Japan Way to fly for these niggas check the wingspan Wooo I ain't no crip but my haters go blue When I get up on that mic all these haters go mute Shooting for the stars I got rockets confused You know I don't do smoke but I came with the woo Big cheques Huge racks Big moves Big bags Never turn on my niggas doing straight laps never sleep on my niggas we just take naps Made your first mill then you switched on your bros No shades man if the shoe fits then it's yours Don't you ring up my phone Day ones you ignored Now I see you got cash cop some friends at the store Like woah man's so cold Post up on the gram now your girl them froze Oh goals different moves Preseason yet we balling with the pros Woah Mans so cold Post up on the gram now your girl them froze Oh goals different moves Pre season yet we balling with the pros
Writer(s): Torungwa Tor-agbidye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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