What You Say

The kisses of the sun
Were sweet, I didn't blink
I let it in my eyes
Like an exotic trend
The radio playing songs
That I have never heard
I don't know what to say
Oh, not another word
Just, La la la la
It doesn't matter what you say
La la la la
It doesn't matter what you say
La la la la
It doesn't matter what you say
La la la la
It doesn't matter what you say

It doesn't matter what you mumbling
Think you're a quarterback
Till you fumbling
Money never crumbling
My weed only get grinding, man
Nigga, this ain't dip set
But we'll make your set dip
Know niggas in Crip-set
But I never set trip
Yeah, I repped thug life
Brainwashed by Makavel
Everybody eating good
Fuck that, rather be eating well
Everybody in the hood
Or they sitting in a cell
Rather be beach housing
Smoking weed from 3000 miles
Miles across the country
Five star restaurants for munchies
These niggas know I'm not faking
I got my cake from the internet
Ask me how I do it
I just tell them keep your faith in that
Bitches only want me just to fuck me
And smoke all my weed
You can never catch me in this lead
Rapping lightning McQueen
I heard you talking bout me
My PR need a raise
So keep talking bout me
And Google my name
Fuck chasing the fame
And I'm counting my change

Talk that, better back that
I ain't talking bout a hat, but you'll snap back
I ain't tied to that bitch, you can have that
Before you fuck my bitch
Where the cash at?
Yea, the hooligans
Out of school again
Start a riot in the hood, It's what we do it again
Lame ass nigga, can't understand?
Can't teach a weak mind how to be a man
Made my career with my own plans
Smoke a pound to the chest like a caveman
Talking all that shit about me
Hoping your words will fuck me up
Type to see a nigga fall
Wouldn't even help that nigga up
Luckily that nigga ain't me
And I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk 3
And all them niggas that was hating on me
Seem to put their cake upon me
Think them niggas caught the vapors
That's a contagious disease
And I'm balling like a laker
When we up in the lead
Sunroof for the breeze
Finger to my enemies
Welcome to Dexter's laboratory, I'm mixing up
I run with killers, I can't even blog my niggas
So start up rumors
They should've started sooner
So we can talk about me, make my money newer



Credits
Writer(s): David Todd Johnson Ii
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