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Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
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Jay Rock
Jay Rock
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Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
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Jason Martin
Jason Martin
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Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
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Jason Martin
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Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
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It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm) The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm) Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm) Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm) All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm) Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm) Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm) We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm) (Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey) That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh) My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh) I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm) They don't wanna see me ball (Uh) Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm) I'm just a youngin' with some flaws I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall What? What? They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?) That's why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (Right) Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (On God) Friend or foe, you hear me? That's selection with your heart, boy (Yeah) Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never) Never had to pay for no protection from the park (Never) Why, you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, nigga Baby hopin' that I plug (Ooh) If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh) These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs Come to California Get to knuckin' if you buck, bruh (Knuck if you buck, boy) Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?) Grindin' with precision, keep the gang goin' up GRAMMYs or the 'Grams, we ain't stuntin' for no flick shit But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (What?) Stop playin' It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm) The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm) Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm) Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm) All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm) Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm) Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm) We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm) (Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey) That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh) My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh) I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm) They don't wanna see me ball (Uh) Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm) I'm just a youngin' with some flaws I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know Possible he could get cracked with this But I'm on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit He thought get it brackin' for my establishment Under full court pressure, fade back and swish B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport Keep a lawyer on retainer, so I'm smilin' in court He will be suprised what a hunnid bill dollar'll do Meet your demands, pull up, talkin' to community property If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property It's a pussy monopoly, you better wake up Better recognize what time is today Whole time gotta survive, that's the play It seems like I'm only two bars away Eastside, five star like I'm on GTA
Writer(s): Jason Martin, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Jackman Thomas Harlow, Johnny Mckinzie, Dawoyne Lawson, John Groover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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