Lyrics

You really thought I wasn't gonna come back Stronger than I ever was? Son you wrong bout that I could never be tethered, I'm getting better than ever You better hold fast to your ball caps Facts When I'm in I kick it all day Him go the distance, sprint the whole way Ain't got a thing to make a slow ride If you don't keep up it's alright Son I been known to flip all night Shake my thing, no these hips don't lie Taking off, oh I been so fly If you don't keep up it's alright Hi there, do you like me? I'm kicking ass so fast that I might be Wearing down my Nike's Wear another pair every time he appears and show up peers When I strike like lightning, so unfair Tried to find one like me but no one's there Oh well, I be doing so well When I'm writing Y'all might think you're watching God smiting Wear a size small but I excel Stay wealthy for as long as sex sells So let me get the cheddar and bread I been hella fed As an elephant is you bet I'm intent on my next meal Rolling in the moolah, nobody cooler Who among you wanna step and then get made a fool of Who want what? Well I don't know about you But I just wanna have fun and I'm having too much When I'm in I kick it all day Him go the distance, sprint the whole way Ain't got a thing to make a slow ride If you don't keep up it's alright Son I been known to flip all night Shake my thing, no these hips don't lie Taking off, oh I been so fly If you don't keep up it's alright You thought that I was done in? Stead of climbing highest up, that I was gonna plummet Thought that you could start a party like I wasn't coming Well bitch the party's right here and I'm the life of it Fit the world in my glove when I come and crush it I might just be nitrous, eat my dust, I'm gunning Thought I was flightless? I'm in the Mile High Club Electrifying hon and I been stunning I ain't no one to wait, I won't slow or abate What the fuck is giving up, kid? I don't know what it means I'm a rolling boulder, don't go in my way I'm only growing, you'll become a pancake You can't blame him, land on the top when I'm aiming Planning every move, I'm making claymation But ain't patient, run the game like Playstation And make hits like it ain't shit
Writer(s): Charles Nyeko Todwong, Farhad Zand, Sofia Lindfors Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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