RAPCROWNS
Yea
Yea
It was me and homie chilling on the block like it was 7:40
Dudes is running on me, Dudes is gunning on me
Dudes is tryna throw me so I beat his ass and all his cronies
Dudes is acting tough but I know they just talking straight bologna
Face is foamy, Like I need a bitch to get below me
From the old me to an OG
Got them feeling like they know me
They ain't know me, I just make them feel it
Top it off with love and millions
Lady killing, easy peezy, lemon peeling
This what heaven feeling?
Maybe hell if you been hella killing
Me and Bella chilling on the couch and we just felt the feeling
Naked bodies mixed with X, Now this is hella thrilling
Can't describe it, I've been living life and seeing new horizons
Playing Forza 5, Grabbing thighs, and fucking on Hawaiians
Yea
I'm just living like it now these motherfuckers living by it
Imma baller, Shot caller, 20 inch blades on a brand new foreign
All I ever wanted was to live in California
All I ever wanted was a cribo with a sauna
All I ever wanted was 4 minutes with Madonna
Boy is acting proper, proper, yeah, yeah
All I ever needed was a feature
All I ever needed was a pair of brand new sneakers
Chilling with my feet up
All I ever wanted was some 8's, Im talking speakers, Talking speakers
Yeah i'm doing this
Everybody talking shit but no i'm never losing this
Buying my first crib up in Atlanta, I put loot in this
Girls be posting on they insta acting like illusionists
See I remember rapping bout the timberland's and simpletons
And motherfuckers impotence of living life with shit to give
I live a life of militance, with seven cents of heaven sense
A pocket full of presidents, A lemon scented residence
Bitch I'm higher than these levels get
Got more heart than the Kevin gives
I say this shit, I meant this shit
And you ain't getting 10% of 10% of this life
Every word cuts you deeper than the butter or the steak knife
Yeah, Yeah
All you bitches gather round, grabbing on me up and down
Hit it till she (ughh) Then I hit from the back till she back down
She just put the tip on her lip boy I sat down
Spitting raps better give me rap crowns yeah
Yeah Yeah
I just move to ATL no I'm not slime now
She just wanted trap music, so I make trap now
I'm back with the South Park rap yea it's that sound, Woah
Yeah its that sound
Yea
It was me and homie chilling on the block like it was 7:40
Dudes is running on me, Dudes is gunning on me
Dudes is tryna throw me so I beat his ass and all his cronies
Dudes is acting tough but I know they just talking straight bologna
Face is foamy, Like I need a bitch to get below me
From the old me to an OG
Got them feeling like they know me
They ain't know me, I just make them feel it
Top it off with love and millions
Lady killing, easy peezy, lemon peeling
This what heaven feeling?
Maybe hell if you been hella killing
Me and Bella chilling on the couch and we just felt the feeling
Naked bodies mixed with X, Now this is hella thrilling
Can't describe it, I've been living life and seeing new horizons
Playing Forza 5, Grabbing thighs, and fucking on Hawaiians
Yea
I'm just living like it now these motherfuckers living by it
Imma baller, Shot caller, 20 inch blades on a brand new foreign
All I ever wanted was to live in California
All I ever wanted was a cribo with a sauna
All I ever wanted was 4 minutes with Madonna
Boy is acting proper, proper, yeah, yeah
All I ever needed was a feature
All I ever needed was a pair of brand new sneakers
Chilling with my feet up
All I ever wanted was some 8's, Im talking speakers, Talking speakers
Yeah i'm doing this
Everybody talking shit but no i'm never losing this
Buying my first crib up in Atlanta, I put loot in this
Girls be posting on they insta acting like illusionists
See I remember rapping bout the timberland's and simpletons
And motherfuckers impotence of living life with shit to give
I live a life of militance, with seven cents of heaven sense
A pocket full of presidents, A lemon scented residence
Bitch I'm higher than these levels get
Got more heart than the Kevin gives
I say this shit, I meant this shit
And you ain't getting 10% of 10% of this life
Every word cuts you deeper than the butter or the steak knife
Yeah, Yeah
All you bitches gather round, grabbing on me up and down
Hit it till she (ughh) Then I hit from the back till she back down
She just put the tip on her lip boy I sat down
Spitting raps better give me rap crowns yeah
Yeah Yeah
I just move to ATL no I'm not slime now
She just wanted trap music, so I make trap now
I'm back with the South Park rap yea it's that sound, Woah
Yeah its that sound
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