Lyrics

(Scorching) Scorching God-damn, run it up (oh-oh-oh) Hop off the phone, cordless I know it's so important I'm focused on fortress, yeah, yeah I'm scorching, show way out in Shoreditch I rock Air Forces, don't force shit Not fair, I'm racing the tortoise Long hair e'r'where, blow Herer Juices and Berries ain't no perm (uh-huh) Ice cream, my sneaks look like big worm (c'mere) Get it big, get the faizon love (woo) Never let the bullshit faze your love You're too big, you're too big, too big (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) Rice and gravy (yeah) Days we can't eat, shit was crazy Mama baby Only son in the house, she had to blame me Any time some shit went down, it wasn't no explaining Ain't much change, lil' booger nose nigga Still sitting here smoking on boogers (boogers) Still look out for my sisters (sisters) They the ones put me on game, no rookie Never let a lil' hoe spin yo' ass, spend yo' cash Life a movie, nigga, pick yo' cast Quentin Taran-Smino Blackjack, no casino (yeah, yeah, yeah) North County, yeah, that's where my blood, my family at I spill it all for the bounty, yeah, I know (I spill it all, oh) Done done it all, all summer long These kids bop and they sing along I know you proud of your bro' Smart guy, I needed mo' like Marcus Remarkable how big my market is Get exhausting, still, towel never tossed in Stain, dirty laundry (let me hear that) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) That's what made me (yeah) Rice and gravy (yeah) Days we can't eat, shit was crazy Mama baby Only son in the house, she had to blame me Any time some shit went down
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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