#FREEWOO
First of all, why this jank on messing up
Maximus The 19th
I be laughing to the bank, like I'm Joker need a Harley Quinn
I'am not Drake, so I want both you and yo twin
She get freaky off the liquor, baby girl pouring up sin
Getting mad if I (Ha, So-fly)
Getting mad if I don't win, I hate to lose
Keep your girl far away cuz I'm the type to make her choose
Think my pockets gang bang, because they always filled with blues
They don't know I'm getting money cuz I always play it cool
Made my girls call me papi when I was in middle school
Gotta watch all her moves, can't get played like a fool
I been feeling myself like a nigga lost his Juul
Got a J full of fuel, so I'm going to the moon (To the moon)
Woke up feeling paid, bought some shit that I don't need (Don't need)
Stay out my lane cuz I'm moving at my own speed
Turban on with a studded belt, oh that's my steeze
Brodie quick to bless him if he talking like that boy sneezed
I'm grinding hard to have 12 cars and only two keys (Two keys)
Because the goal to have the whole family whippin' so clean (Whipping' so clean)
You can't even talk to my girl cuz she so mean
And I got your girl licking diamonds in my earring (In my earring)
Told brodie lemme (Huh)
Told brodie lemme gon head and get behind the wheel
My young man just got kicked out of school for having his steel (Free Woo)
My favorite junkie only cop pills
The plug let me smell the gas and it gave me chills
White girl in the party poppin' X for the thrill (For the thrill)
Getting to the bag so fast, like I'm in a rush
Everybody slimy, so I don't know who I really trust
Brodie mixing syrup with his pineapple Crush (Crush)
She say that she love me, but I know that it's lust
I wasn't feeling it so I left her in the dust
I ain't rolling no wrap, but I might hit a dutch
Can't have one girl gotta have me a bunch
Go to sleep to late so I wake up at brunch (Oh yeah)
I'm not drinking at the party cuz I heard they spiked the punch (Indeed)
He got mad cuz my swag make his girl wanna touch (So-Fly yeah)
Stackin' so much paper, pockets look like a book (Huh)
Chef Solar in the kitchen hold on lemme cook
Keep your girl close by, if she look then she took
And I killed the whole song I didn't even use a hook
Maximus The 19th
I be laughing to the bank, like I'm Joker need a Harley Quinn
I'am not Drake, so I want both you and yo twin
She get freaky off the liquor, baby girl pouring up sin
Getting mad if I (Ha, So-fly)
Getting mad if I don't win, I hate to lose
Keep your girl far away cuz I'm the type to make her choose
Think my pockets gang bang, because they always filled with blues
They don't know I'm getting money cuz I always play it cool
Made my girls call me papi when I was in middle school
Gotta watch all her moves, can't get played like a fool
I been feeling myself like a nigga lost his Juul
Got a J full of fuel, so I'm going to the moon (To the moon)
Woke up feeling paid, bought some shit that I don't need (Don't need)
Stay out my lane cuz I'm moving at my own speed
Turban on with a studded belt, oh that's my steeze
Brodie quick to bless him if he talking like that boy sneezed
I'm grinding hard to have 12 cars and only two keys (Two keys)
Because the goal to have the whole family whippin' so clean (Whipping' so clean)
You can't even talk to my girl cuz she so mean
And I got your girl licking diamonds in my earring (In my earring)
Told brodie lemme (Huh)
Told brodie lemme gon head and get behind the wheel
My young man just got kicked out of school for having his steel (Free Woo)
My favorite junkie only cop pills
The plug let me smell the gas and it gave me chills
White girl in the party poppin' X for the thrill (For the thrill)
Getting to the bag so fast, like I'm in a rush
Everybody slimy, so I don't know who I really trust
Brodie mixing syrup with his pineapple Crush (Crush)
She say that she love me, but I know that it's lust
I wasn't feeling it so I left her in the dust
I ain't rolling no wrap, but I might hit a dutch
Can't have one girl gotta have me a bunch
Go to sleep to late so I wake up at brunch (Oh yeah)
I'm not drinking at the party cuz I heard they spiked the punch (Indeed)
He got mad cuz my swag make his girl wanna touch (So-Fly yeah)
Stackin' so much paper, pockets look like a book (Huh)
Chef Solar in the kitchen hold on lemme cook
Keep your girl close by, if she look then she took
And I killed the whole song I didn't even use a hook
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