Malibu
Out to get the paper
Doin' what I got do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
K.O, K.O
Knocking out that Carolina water
On my own tryna see what the world offer
Making money moves
But I ain't no fuckin' launder
I then prayed to God
Lay down at alter
Lead my feet through the way
Last name Walker
Got a lot of dreams
But I ain't no big talker
If I want it, Imma get it
Imma fuckin' slaughter
Imma born leader
You other niggas follow
Mama raised a good nigga
Ain't raise a bitch
Daddy wasn't there
So she wasn't havin' it
She had me in dem books
Always learning shit
I thank God he kept her here
I would've lost it
Out to get the paper
Doin' what I gotta do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
All you niggas want to be a critic
No credentials
Hell Nah
Keep it hundred
I don't fuck with you
If you ain't walking in ya purpose
What's the purpose
Always talking out ya neck
With some damn excuse
I like my peace
I don't see the need to chat with you
Cus you lost I don't need that bad juju
Get out my face you addicted to the media
Can't think for yourself
niggas got amnesia
Out to get the paper
Doin' what I gotta do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
Doin' what I got do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
K.O, K.O
Knocking out that Carolina water
On my own tryna see what the world offer
Making money moves
But I ain't no fuckin' launder
I then prayed to God
Lay down at alter
Lead my feet through the way
Last name Walker
Got a lot of dreams
But I ain't no big talker
If I want it, Imma get it
Imma fuckin' slaughter
Imma born leader
You other niggas follow
Mama raised a good nigga
Ain't raise a bitch
Daddy wasn't there
So she wasn't havin' it
She had me in dem books
Always learning shit
I thank God he kept her here
I would've lost it
Out to get the paper
Doin' what I gotta do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
All you niggas want to be a critic
No credentials
Hell Nah
Keep it hundred
I don't fuck with you
If you ain't walking in ya purpose
What's the purpose
Always talking out ya neck
With some damn excuse
I like my peace
I don't see the need to chat with you
Cus you lost I don't need that bad juju
Get out my face you addicted to the media
Can't think for yourself
niggas got amnesia
Out to get the paper
Doin' what I gotta do
Made a move from the South
To the West view
Soaking up the sun
You can call me Malibu
Ain't got the title yet
But I got the attitude
These hoes keep me on their lips
Like I'm Blistex
She says she like my voice
And she wants to give me sex
We can start with some head
I'm an intellect
They fucking with a nigga now
Cus a nigga next
Now I got yo attention
I ain't like these other niggas
Rappin' bout money, bitches
Killin' niggas, street reppin'
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Walker
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