Lyrics

Ten ten that the fiends cop Had them lining up like a supreme drop If you talking hammers nigga seen lots In the dope spot looking for a clean pot I bought her Prada and she fucked me harder (She did) Jugg talk I gotta be the father (I am) Done alot of dirt gotta wait for the karma (Yeah) I got it with me even in the barbers When she sees the watch from hattons, watch what happens Follow the flow watch the pattern (Yeah) Calm down nigga stop the cappin' Im not lacking brudda I got the wap in Walk up in the store they know me by my first name (First name) Pattern on the jeans but the shirt plain (Shirt plain) I did the money shuffle when the work came (Work came) Niggas tryna' get close tryna' work brain Wrist wear, Swiss made (Swiss made) Double R, switch lanes (Skrr) Rolling with me but, I don't know this bitch name (I dunno) Trap boy (Trap boy), brick lane Ten ten (ten), my whip game (Whip-whip) Foreign and me when the brick came (Came) Clear view (View), big frames 357 thats a big tray (Bap-Bap) Paro when I send for it calm and the re comes 99 problems but the mans never been one (No) My only problems is how to put this machine away Pointing out like an id parade (Huh) Who you know rap and still make it happen I got coke on this louis monogram, trap fashion (Uh) Call my jewellers I think I want the mad ting I think I brought the obbo up to hatton I'm in louis ap with about eight giss Three rollies, a patty face, two aps Skeletons, I'm telling them (Tellin' Em) Rainy day I hit the t in my wellingtons (Yeah) Good day she get a bag and her french tip nails Helped me hit 10 brick sales (ten of them) I put the fork in the pot and did a twirl (Twirl) Heavy weight champ need a belt Wrist wear, swiss made (Swiss made) Double r, switch lanes (Skrr) Rolling with me but, I don't know this bitch name (I dunno) Trap boy (Trap boy), brick lane Ten ten (ten), my whip game (Whip-whip) Foreign and me when the brick came (Came) Clear view (View), big frames 357 thats a big tray (Bap-bap) P-p-paro when I send for it calm and the re comes Jugg talk I gotta be the father 99 problems but the m ans never been one
Writer(s): Devonte Perkins, Jonathon Wrate, Tyrone Fagan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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