thorpe park

Why you got to be like that
Get me a bag and I'll be right back
I got my hands in the air like Thorpe park when she throwing it back
Don't ask for a pull I ain't swinging you that
Don't ask for bread I ain't giving you jack
Givenchy on my toes
Said she miss me when she alone

All my clothes come vintage
New niggas dress like bitches
She wanna fuck me in the shower but I'm shook of shrinkage
She wanna fuck me for a hour almost blew my thigh
Niggas be hating I don't care why
I'm partly deaf I talk pound signs
They wanna be around a g
Smoking on loud on a balcony
The way bro serve that lean I thought it was alchemy
I was almost bottom set in maths but they want to count on me
Fucking that girl from the side she screaming out of key
You want to be me but it ain't your time
Some of my niggas do low tier crime
I make money off high tier rhymes
I'm putting it on I don't care about designer
Took some L's it's cool it's minor
She got stripes on her bum like tigers
I need a M before I retire
I'm in the ends looking for suppliers
I thought she was dead when I bussed on her spine
Her legs don't work and she need some time
Truth in my rap I can't tell lies
Okay that's cap I'm still that guy
The pack come strong like Chosen
I'm balling I feel like Derozan
Her nigga keep belling it's killing the moment

Why you got to be like that
Get me a bag and I'll be right back
I got my hands in the air like Thorpe park when she throwing it back
Don't ask for a pull I ain't swinging you that
Don't ask for bread I ain't giving you jack
Givenchy on my toes
Said she miss me when she alone

Why you got to be like that
Get me a bag and I'll be right back
I got my hands in the air like Thorpe park when she throwing it back
Don't ask for a pull I ain't swinging you that
Don't ask for bread I ain't giving you jack
Givenchy on my toes
Said she miss me when she alone



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Writer(s): Jojo Rallo
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