W.D.T.
I could tell you that I love you boo but I
won't do that
Pull up in a brand coupe know a nigga never lack
Staring at the the stars on the roof got her laying on her back
Can't show you how the young nigga move but I stay in attack
What did you forget
That I was gon move how I move and get me switch.
Stupid lil bitch
started with an 8th now I cop by the brick
Now it make sense
I see why these niggas hate. I see why the penny pinch
Coordinate the play get many hit
You not mycdawg you Indigent
Pass me the work or finigan
You cop a line then hittin' it
I have had beef with many men
Some how I'm still out here out living it
They talk about it I'm livin it
I see opp I'm drilling it
I make em dance with my penmanship
She say she love me ain't hearing it
Keep keep keep that bullshit to ya self
That's bad my health
Doing this fashion shit bb simon my belt
This weed that I'm smoking it got me choking it's from the top shelf
Some want the fame some want the riches I want the wealth
Compared to best. Not compared to the rest
Finesse the I flex
Grab her ass and breast
Wit all do respect
Just watch the effect
Not a rook I'm vet
This a promise not threat
tell you that I love you boo but I
won't do that
Pull up in a brand coupe know a nigga never lack.
Staring at the the stars on the roof got her laying on her back
Can't show you how the young nigga move but I stay in attack
Look better then you who
You can't be better then me
I get to the cash stay with a bag
My hoes fuck for a fee
Stab on the gas clutchin' the mag
No you not taking from me
You understand I understand hope you get it kapesh
Who the fuck was getting all cash in smokin' gas choking on nothing less the bo
Stay with bad hoe from the other side she was friend with the foe
Now we on the road strapped up with bags of the snow from the yak to the four
If it's up then it's stuck get a mag up the score or ya ass a smoked
Can't sit on a bag to long
get bag then get it gone
Hit it twice not once coughing up a lung really going dumb I'm the one
Making all this money it's class for you dummie
How to stunt 101
Nigga get his chin split wrist slit bitch hit all just for the fun
won't do that
Pull up in a brand coupe know a nigga never lack
Staring at the the stars on the roof got her laying on her back
Can't show you how the young nigga move but I stay in attack
What did you forget
That I was gon move how I move and get me switch.
Stupid lil bitch
started with an 8th now I cop by the brick
Now it make sense
I see why these niggas hate. I see why the penny pinch
Coordinate the play get many hit
You not mycdawg you Indigent
Pass me the work or finigan
You cop a line then hittin' it
I have had beef with many men
Some how I'm still out here out living it
They talk about it I'm livin it
I see opp I'm drilling it
I make em dance with my penmanship
She say she love me ain't hearing it
Keep keep keep that bullshit to ya self
That's bad my health
Doing this fashion shit bb simon my belt
This weed that I'm smoking it got me choking it's from the top shelf
Some want the fame some want the riches I want the wealth
Compared to best. Not compared to the rest
Finesse the I flex
Grab her ass and breast
Wit all do respect
Just watch the effect
Not a rook I'm vet
This a promise not threat
tell you that I love you boo but I
won't do that
Pull up in a brand coupe know a nigga never lack.
Staring at the the stars on the roof got her laying on her back
Can't show you how the young nigga move but I stay in attack
Look better then you who
You can't be better then me
I get to the cash stay with a bag
My hoes fuck for a fee
Stab on the gas clutchin' the mag
No you not taking from me
You understand I understand hope you get it kapesh
Who the fuck was getting all cash in smokin' gas choking on nothing less the bo
Stay with bad hoe from the other side she was friend with the foe
Now we on the road strapped up with bags of the snow from the yak to the four
If it's up then it's stuck get a mag up the score or ya ass a smoked
Can't sit on a bag to long
get bag then get it gone
Hit it twice not once coughing up a lung really going dumb I'm the one
Making all this money it's class for you dummie
How to stunt 101
Nigga get his chin split wrist slit bitch hit all just for the fun
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