Lyrics

Balling on these boys I'm the one RoSo McGrady I thank God everyday for everybody who betrayed me Couldn't get no favors But shit still worked out in my favor They think Im selling ice cream Bitch I got too much flavor Like Pharrell I'll skate off with yo p Like watch me make this car start without the key Yeen never seen a star well bitch just look at me I think I'm Godly that's why I keep G O D Kept God first I stayed down and put in work Bump my head a few times that shit started to hurt Went through the motions stayed focus in them waters shocking shit like a eel Look at lil chris rocking beat knocking that hoe slapping like will I'm in this bitch and I'm feeling myself like I popped a pill And all I got is dick for emotions fuck how ya feel Niggas playing lil hoe games But don't play round with RoSo mane The fuck is you thinking Fuck it off with yo head since yeen got no brain They heard I be playing with keys now I guess I'm serving up cocaine All this dope that a nigga be spitting My flow like this blick it be switching I swear I'ma touch a few mill this year Fuck a critic cause I know I'm a ticket And you know I'm bringing my rounds to the table Please believe we gone fuck up the kitchen Dick too good I done fucked up her kidneys Doing the dash I done fucked up the engine I was in traffic serving and swerving Gas smelling like I'm burning a person She wasn't fucking with me now she riding the wave guess the money made me a new Person Hating ass niggas trynna knock the wave we gone wipe his ass out like he surfing Who really want smoke with me Cause I don't see nobody Really that nigga forreal just ask ya hoe bout me With me she got no boundaries Smoking exotic and none of you niggas can float with me Too fly don't need no pilot Mastered this shit here for real it ain't no coaching me Hey Yeah Now I'm balling on these boys I'm the one RoSo McGrady I thank God everyday for everybody who betrayed me Couldn't get no favors But shit still worked out in my favor They think Im selling ice cream Bitch I got too much flavor Like Percy Ima make mill with this Master P Like watch me make this car start without the key Yeen never seen a star well bitch just look at me Round table bitch my whole circle eatin'
Writer(s): Christopher Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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