Lyrics

What you think that I do it for? Walk in I need two of those Grill on me like Tuco This golden yellow this 2-4 Can't hit me I got 2 phones Can't walk around wit my boots on Heard you got a deal But that shit never recoup though Me, I did my own shit Still buzzing off of my old shit Still popping off and then hopping off I gotta drop her off in the old whip Thought about it 06 Shit came late but it came right I prayed to god she made right We almost went insane right I mean I swear I been wanting this shit since, I don't know when Never gon catch me Never gon pass me I gave my shawty Margiela she match me All of these yellow diamonds like a taxi Callin an uber then fuck in the back seat We used to sleep on the floor You real if you know how that feel My mama couldnt afford We fantasized bout having a house in the hills Now its a option Aye, yeah Now that im popping Aye, yeah Let me break it down We gon spend a thou Everytime that we go shoppin yeah All the shit I ever dreamed about Everybody screaming out I mean its crazy cause you really dream about this shit And you don't even know you might drive yourself crazy Every single got em jumping, alright God told me its a lot that's coming, alright Got a 100 people behind me they gon ride for me Got a shawty who would tell you she would die for me Ain't shit stopping me suggest you shouldn't try for me God's son, it was written in the sky for me Grateful every time I hear it Blessing me and touch my spirit
Writer(s): Carlos Calles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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