Riptide
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
If you talking bout flows
I got several yeah
If you talking bout holes
Ive dug several yeah
Open up your mind
And lose yourself in the rhyme
We might have to make the sun disappear
Why the fuck these faces changing in my MF mirror
Where were you when I was down and all alone you hypocrite
Checking her bags
She check out my style
She like on my swag
I do what I want
When I want
Met this dude with a microphone at the crossroads
He said I was dope
Then he said
Who the fuck you think brought you all the fucking greats
Now lets get this shit going
I was framed
I was busy
I don't know that girl
I was outta state
I was out this world
I was blowing checks
Blowing stress
Out the window
Im the best bitch
Fucking right
Day and night
All the time
You know I'm outta sight
There aint no where to go
There aint no where to go
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
If you talking bout flows
I got several yeah
If you talking bout holes
Ive dug several yeah
Open up your mind
And lose yourself in the rhyme
We might have to make the sun disappear
Why the fuck these faces changing in my MF mirror
Where were you when I was down and all alone you hypocrite
Bet she get down low
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
If you talking bout flows
I got several yeah
If you talking bout holes
Ive dug several yeah
Open up your mind
And lose yourself in the rhyme
We might have to make the sun disappear
Why the fuck these faces changing in my MF mirror
Where were you when I was down and all alone you hypocrite
Checking her bags
She check out my style
She like on my swag
I do what I want
When I want
Met this dude with a microphone at the crossroads
He said I was dope
Then he said
Who the fuck you think brought you all the fucking greats
Now lets get this shit going
I was framed
I was busy
I don't know that girl
I was outta state
I was out this world
I was blowing checks
Blowing stress
Out the window
Im the best bitch
Fucking right
Day and night
All the time
You know I'm outta sight
There aint no where to go
There aint no where to go
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
Bet she pop it for the brother with the big dreams
Bet she get down low
If you talking bout flows
I got several yeah
If you talking bout holes
Ive dug several yeah
Open up your mind
And lose yourself in the rhyme
We might have to make the sun disappear
Why the fuck these faces changing in my MF mirror
Where were you when I was down and all alone you hypocrite
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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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