Trumping
Its MUF
Always
Ya know
You say you teaching everything
But you ain't teaching nothing
I wanna know everything I'm tired of assumptions
I wanna fell tall but sometimes I feel nothing
I see the mirror fronting, I'm smiling back at nothing (What)
Only move in silence but a bitch can see me coming
See another fight then we all bet on something
Hellcat, running, blowing smoke or something
I ain't got no cards but I'm capital I'm trumping
Fo nem leave you slumped and
Find you in a trunk and
Crush em down pop cans
Stinking like a skunk man
I can bring the funk man, banging out the trunk man
Cooler than the A/C, that bitch think I'm crazy
I just think she lazy she cannot have my baby
I'm trapping like the 80's
Might drive a lady crazy
Playa aura Jay-z, walking to a billion
Don't tell me bout yo problems baby cause I got a million
Tell me bout yo problems baby, ya know what I'm saying
I got a million, know what I'm saying
Don't wanna hear that shit (Uh uh)
Shhh, don't wanna hear that
I got my own shit (Shhh)
I had finally found my lane
But I had to jump up out it
Had to see if I can find another way around it
You tryna sell that pussy and I'm somewhat astounded
If I was your father, like the floor
You would be grounded
Know somebody hit, the report you cream like chowder
Know somebody else but they said you smell like flounder
That lil nigga my homie, what a dangerous encounter
That lil bitch was so foul, so we had to out of bound her
I think lil bro going deaf
Never mind the weight, he just pound her
That's my dawg I told him tuck his tail, he ain't no coward
When its cold we do north face near had Eddie Bauer
Pulling up my trousers knock him off the map like Bowser
Tryna put my on the net I can't be on browser
She a lil more than cougar
Mama certified prowler
And that box is fierce
Got her number saved as growler
And sometimes I be going ghost
I guess I got that power
Always
Ya know
You say you teaching everything
But you ain't teaching nothing
I wanna know everything I'm tired of assumptions
I wanna fell tall but sometimes I feel nothing
I see the mirror fronting, I'm smiling back at nothing (What)
Only move in silence but a bitch can see me coming
See another fight then we all bet on something
Hellcat, running, blowing smoke or something
I ain't got no cards but I'm capital I'm trumping
Fo nem leave you slumped and
Find you in a trunk and
Crush em down pop cans
Stinking like a skunk man
I can bring the funk man, banging out the trunk man
Cooler than the A/C, that bitch think I'm crazy
I just think she lazy she cannot have my baby
I'm trapping like the 80's
Might drive a lady crazy
Playa aura Jay-z, walking to a billion
Don't tell me bout yo problems baby cause I got a million
Tell me bout yo problems baby, ya know what I'm saying
I got a million, know what I'm saying
Don't wanna hear that shit (Uh uh)
Shhh, don't wanna hear that
I got my own shit (Shhh)
I had finally found my lane
But I had to jump up out it
Had to see if I can find another way around it
You tryna sell that pussy and I'm somewhat astounded
If I was your father, like the floor
You would be grounded
Know somebody hit, the report you cream like chowder
Know somebody else but they said you smell like flounder
That lil nigga my homie, what a dangerous encounter
That lil bitch was so foul, so we had to out of bound her
I think lil bro going deaf
Never mind the weight, he just pound her
That's my dawg I told him tuck his tail, he ain't no coward
When its cold we do north face near had Eddie Bauer
Pulling up my trousers knock him off the map like Bowser
Tryna put my on the net I can't be on browser
She a lil more than cougar
Mama certified prowler
And that box is fierce
Got her number saved as growler
And sometimes I be going ghost
I guess I got that power
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Smith
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