You want to hit this blunt, ma?
Ayo, the fly-talker, skywalker, bubble goose and the mask on the dance floor like a jewel walkie
Dancing with the stars
Who handsome? is the {?}
All the broads scream “cheers”, I’m tap dancing with the boards
I took my chances and of course
Somewhere I went off course
Ya’ll n#gg#s thought I fell off, but hell nah
I could of wrote it in a telloh
Gave you everything and it ain’t nothing left to sell of
Pandemic, I wrecked my head in a chanel scarf
And feel bad, my n#gg# snotty makin’ jail cause
The system known to put n#gg#s in a submission, hoe, free abmission
They lock us in order to get controlled
I bring that high quality water, to lift your soul, pure H20
The way diffrent, I’ma make it know
I won’t stop till they call my face in stone
Kicking doors down to puttin’ all the gangsters on
Kicking doors down to puttin’ all the gangsters on
Figure force style, dior when I brofile
Stroke down the al, movin’ swift like I’m {?} to be the man
Sometimes you gotta showout
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
Get money
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money (The Umbrella’s here
Cool as a cutcumber, you tubin’, I do numbers, new shoes
Got the Yeezy V2s in a few colors
Be feedin’ your boo lumber, discreet
You do slumpin’ in sleep
I send a bag and she feel like a new women, nature boy sh#t
Shawty checkin’ in with no appoitment
I’m booked up, say, it’s hard to read me on some Floyd sh#t
We hooked up, tap her out with the figure force, she try’d to kill me with the cat
On some sick freedom, Roy sh#t
You know your boy ain’t the cookie, on some chips ahoi sh#t
Playin’ with the mop, b#tch got me on some Froy sh#t
Playin’ with my joystick, for personal enjoyment
Let her rock the mic and the verses was annoited
Now she on my body, guess she think we can join
There’s a party at my spot, guess she think she can join
What we had was fun mammy, you could’ve had your turn
Usher me to the rain, but now you gotta let it burn
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
’90 Flair, Mel knocks
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat
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