歌詞

I turned gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth Lights, camera, action Pussy boy was hidin' Credit card maxin' Hoes on maxin' (safe) You don't understand this swag 'cause I got this shit patent Six parlor patent I put the fact in faction We was just in fashion week Eatin' pita bread Quickly made a hundred Gs and gave my peeps the bread Vinny ease ya head That's what Miss Keisha said Your folks did never speak to feds If you keep ya people fed Wish-wash don't you talk to me about a TikTok (ok) My brother did some dumb shit, scuffed his bumper off the gridlock I discovered I could put up numbers off a- But we tryna- (flip-flop) (what else?) That's what that is- (what else?) Bitch, I'm not a star, so you don't want to start meat Ok somebody lied 'cause I'm the one with car keys I'm in the solar system playing air hockey At mach speed, my need got speed, cocky, aye I turned gangsta off a photoshoot (safe) I turned gangsta off a photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot I turned gangsta off a photoshoot (what else?) I turned gangsta off a photoshoot (what else?) That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth (what else?) That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth (yeah) That ain't really you dawg, we know the truth Marquis, diamonds, hoe, nobody pieced the piss Mama got his stick and it match his fits Everybody pissed, flipping mattresses Get it how you live, just don't leak your addresses Gonna leave me out your diss? I leak for explicit, phone to illicit, funds to attack that lick My new bitch got a platinum wrist And a platinum car, and a platinum wig And a plaque this quick, I don't lack in shit If I tap this switch, then my attitude flip My longitude and my latitude lit, ay Jump out the Porsche and I hit new heights (safe) I just bought you trimming too, hoe, 'cause I'm tight (ayy) I just peaked at your sole philosophy and just weren't right (bitch) I can't even see your diamonds in the moonlight A, B, C, hi, been probably since the B.C Erahood of B.Gs since I was a B.G Keep this shit alive, there's too much heaven in your weak keys Pussy housewife, I get to leaking out your knee, photoshoot Photoshoot, photoshoot Photoshoot, photoshoot Photoshoot, photoshoot Photoshoot, photoshoot (ay, bitch) Photoshoot (ay, bitch), photoshoot (ay, bitch) Photoshoot (hol' up bitch), ay, bitch, photoshoot (ay, bitch) Photoshoot (hol' up bitch), ay, bitch, photoshoot (hol' up bitch) Photoshoot, ay bitch, photoshoot
Writer(s): Nahree Wages, Ben Reilly, Samuel Deandre Harris, Sherwin Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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