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Act like you left your charger to pull back up (You lyin' bitch) Talk like you want love from me but tell ree that (Not at all) Ask bout the nigga who feed fam of back end Talk like I'm really the one who listen to feedback Some of y'all need that... One day, I'll read that In my home theater Running out of episodes of sealab It's bussing like the pre-match They windows is pinball The shit that I release I'll make em Push they whole spring back She just want a nigga who gon Treat her like she talking and dog her Want bad karma, I'll simp there Talk bout them hotel suites sleeping on end chairs Dougie trynna convince hoes Vince here Please judge me and not my Lil niggas fighting a murder Pushed my little brother trial He couldn't fight cuz Corona You bitches stealing out the Gucci store and fighting the owners Spirit flight out to Miami Spend the night with promoters Top floor living still I'm scared of the bottom It only popped up in fear of my problems I never slipped off Me and shorty back of this AA bout to lift-off Laughing at the DMs you Rappers be trynna get off like Awww man, I'm humbled! That's the upstream? Used to wanna share they company But saw the usual efforts Been had the throne I been abusing my leverage While all you walk-around rappers Is Playing musical stretchers My niggas out vegas Counting banking It's outrageous I downplay it I know it's more to be finished I know my momma watch my live Stories more than these women And when I'm gone I know these Stories is written... I mean This feel like I'm driving up to Marshall and Barker after the studio Leave the door cracked cuz Your momma think it's a booty call Used to pull up and say nothing Just put a movie on And tell her that I love her But I'm moving on Talking like Here is something I can't understand How they fall and be confident in a spiral Niggas IGs got accolades from they FiOS I could never fit my accomplishments in a bio They just showing age They best shit before the growing stage And I go Platinum 'fore I make it to my golden age I treat the best of all like the 5-second rule Fuck it nigga everything I'm dropping is a throwaway Rodini park with Robdu saying "me llamas" I hit before she gave me her number ima be honest How I fuck the bitch that you flew out You playing homie still And Tony Will playing me shit he wrote for Teyana Man, I'm humbled! Especially when the cards break I let your dogs get in they bag That shit was all shake Teflon stuffed in chest Bitch I'm a large safe 100 thou tucked in vest You watching shark tank Dinner reservations stay canceling, but fuck it All we eat is baked salmon Need more Legroom Brittany brought Ruth to my room like She gon dress you Cuz on some Philly shit I just Thought i need more sweat suits Now my closet look like the Dewey Saunders collages Devil wears Prada, I'm in AllSaints and G-line Do it for them niggas bouncing back up off a decline Or bad bitches packing empty bottles in a Nissan Dope inker, heavy thinker, light sleeper Light wrinkle my t-shirt look like it's see-thru I ain't never fall for the broad shit hyping these moves I know that it's 4 types of street dudes Niggas who you think is all talk Until a tat on they face And niggas with they face tats Who I done punched in the mouth It's niggas facing life and tat they Name on stone when they out And then it's typing niggas like you While you stuck in the house and we outside You niggas soft man I'm telling you you niggas soft man It's the legends Armani Blanco, back again with another banger We outside You niggas ain't nowhere to be found man we outside Again after gain after gain after gain Pussy How? How?
Writer(s): Charles Emanuel Davenport Iii, Enoch Armani Tolbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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