歌詞

Just one time bitch think All they money get flushed in a blink Shut up dribble, go get me a ring You got money you don't got to think I was champ one time bisbing Left the apps Now I get where you beens Feel like Ezra when I'm on scene All these felonies they'll never see Got my cup like I'm Argentinian Like forsaken bitch stay off screen I'm addicted to hating on me Don't know what it takes Do not intervene Just one time bitch think All they money get flushed in a blink Shut up dribble, go get me a ring You got money you don't got to think All these crackers soft as a mink Hunter Biden stay out my sink Ketamine got me singing like Tink It's just like a pill I feel like I'm Pink Just one time bitch think All they money get flushed in a blink Shut up dribble, go get me a ring You got money you don't got to think Look where my hairline has came Left and the right is the same You bitches should form up Like Danity Kane People scared to put in work You wont take a L So you'll take a name I'm playing above the rim I brought a gun to the game I'm living life with no rules You try to play foul I'm shooting the trey This year I triple my cost A feature with A pic with Ghislaine I'm living life in a flash We Kyrie your car You Ezra my name Industry thinks that I need them All that I need is a note lane Make what you do Look easy Can't see me They all get queasy Moving on up Like George and Weezy Take ya style back Cause I really don't need it Kapital on me But that is the lower case No we not linking up We do not correlate They cannot breathe I make em all suffocate Fuck all that shit Don't care What you say Aye aye, aye aye Big bag on me Like I just got out the county Aye aye, aye aye They play iron man Like Robert Downey Better watch her She all on me Got love in the middle I ain't monie No no nobu Bitch u get Coney Ain't no way A bitch getting Shit from me Who do you think you is Better go get yourself together Better get a new idea Cause fucking with me Consequences forever This is a young nigga world This is a young nigga world We got next hoe, clear the front Been throwin' my elbow in this shit They got me like Velcro, what I needs a cellphone I'mma do what I want You been on Melrose full of lawyers, spare home at the end of the month Try get the bread home, man I'm tryna get the bread home With my brother's, they stunt (Dah, dah) K on the side, why it smell like (Beef) Pull in the Glock, get up out the (Mix) Fuck out my ear, you don't know (Shit) You ain't in no trench, that's what you (Is) Bitch on my lifeline Ain't gon' wait for the right time, just to get up and sprint He on his fright mind, he go, shit
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Barrington Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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