Lyrics

I'm in the Cayman Islands wilding While Im Bussing up the silence I'm denying all vaginas who be claiming that they rhyming Buss up in it like the Bando Way too much to handle I should let you know I know my haters really fans though Wow, why the hell you mad? I'm just being me mess around and break the bank She might shake it on the dash Had her screaming like the mask Way ahead you niggas Lived your future in my past Whip it like a flip phone Oh she love the... bone All you niggas big band wagons on my shit no You can hop up off that I just got my sauce back So way out my mother loving mind I think I lost that Let's go Let's go I'm on my 007 yeah there is no telling yeah? What I might do next what I might have in here? What I might have in here? I'm on a mission and no one can stop me You must be tripping, tell Roger to copy I'm on a mission and no one can stop me You must be tripping, tell Roger to copy that (let's go!) Mama raised a millionaire Self-made winner here Nigga you a copy of a copy build a bear I only fear the fear of fear and that's not in here You couldn't even say you balling even if you had pair Watch out, donuts like the cop house So much time in music man I swear I never clock out Turn x and o's to knock out Make em wanna tap out Now they tryna find me kinda like the trap house I Just had to flip mode I be hella lit, stove Whip it hella loud you can feel it from the sixth floor All my Caribbean girl shake it like it's disco I just had to lay it down for this show Let's go Let's go
Writer(s): Martez Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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