Ayy
(Y.J. BEATS)
Good one this one
Good one this one
Good one this one
(Y.J. BEATS)
Baby, tell me what you know about this
I’m the king of my surroundings
Lot of cash, baby, yes, can you count this?
Lot of grub, little man, can you out this?
I’m the man, yes, I wear the trousers
My ex will tell you all about this
My next will tell you all about this
Baby, tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
I’m the king of my surroundings
Lot of cash, baby, yes, can you count this?
Lot of grub, little man, can you out this?
I’m the man, yes, I wear the trousers
My ex will tell you all about this
My next will tell you all about this
Baby, tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this, ooh, yeah
Babe, I got what you need if you let me
Call me and speak, do not text me
This one lighty lives up in Bexley
Uni, lecture, then sex me
Yes, I got friends who pop pills and do coke
Yes, I got friends who kill and sell dope
Yes, I f#ck models and actors from soaps
Caesar, yes, no, no, no, no
I surf the wave ’til I find a flow
Straight from East, not your average bloke
I’ma dive in her life and I make her say woah (Pause)
I like her, selling sonya of my Lyca
Lost my license, need a driver
Without a wife, I need a rider
I knew I’d be hot and they didn’t listen
This one should pop when I walk in visions
Fathered a Zeus, I’ma get him christened
Need a beat, she review if I enter prison
Baby boy I’m a teen skum
Said she’d f#ck me, hmm, believe her
Keep my mandem, my heart in the freezer
Put my sauce on her, on a skeezer
Baby buss all there’s guns and roses
b#tch went and left me lonely
‘Nough of my brothers and codies
If you owe one of my man, then you owe me
If it’s for me, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle’s waiting
Come and jump on it
Baby, tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
I’m the king of my surroundings
Lot of cash, baby, yes, can you count this?
Lot of grub, little man, can you out this?
I’m the man, yes, I wear the trousers
My ex will tell you all about this
My next will tell you all about this
Baby, tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about this, ooh
First of the, ooh
Six-one, ooh
Y’all don’t see, ooh
Trap-star ooh
f#ck that b#tch she go ooh
Tell me what you know about this
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