Lyrics

Up and away we go Brand new Mercedes I'm sittin low Stones on my pinky it's visible Swerving thru lanes (Skur) like an animal They sayin' I'm sick like I gotta cold But I gotta goal and it's really bold Bury my dick in a centerfold (Yes) Sipping that juice from my testicles Bro I got your back Now I'm skeptical Niggas talkin love Using X and O's People twist your words Like your flexible Eat the rest of this dick with your vegetables Round and round They spinning you round Feet never touching the ground They just keep pulling you down Round and round They spinning you round They see you wearing a crown Swimming now you bout to drown I'm sipping that Hennessy Too much of this shit is erasing my memory I can't tell if their friends or an enemy Side by side they keep moving like centipedes They don't come with a gift down your chimney They just come with a problem like I got the remedy Swearing they kin to me Feed off my energy bringing their misery (Damn) Draining me physically (Huh) Is this how it's suppose be No one can gets close to me They want you dead holding rosaries I wish it was only me (Now) But even those feeling gets lonely So I bring all the homies Invite the cronies barbies and ponies They eating steak no more bologna Which ones are real which ones are phony If I'm Lebron everyone's Bronny If there's a middle then I would be Monie Round and round They spinning you round Feet never touching the ground They just keep pulling you down Round and round They spinning you round They see you wearing a crown Swimming now you bout to drown Man this shit doesn't stop On my back (On my back) It's a Dot On my shoulders the weight is a lot (Yeah) I'm debating should I even stop Maybe or maybe not It just gives em more chances to plot It's clear like a nose full of snot That they want you to fall When you rose to the top But them roses they wither and (Yeah) Rot if they bitter or not They'll consider the plot Fore you notice the dot (Kaboom) it all end with a shot Blood on the ground Now you dead on the spot (On the spot) No one's around when they let off them shots (They gone) This what they do when you rise to the top Round and round They spinning you round Feet never touching the ground They just keep pulling you down Round and round They spinning you round They see you wearing a crown Swimming now you bout to drown Round and round They spinning you round Feet never touching the ground They just keep pulling you down Round and round They spinning you round They see you wearing a crown Swimming now you bout to drown
Writer(s): Eric Dunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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