Harlem
Fly nigga, what I sip, come from Italy Fly nigga, what I sip, come from Italy
For some reason I like tongue twisters huh? Huh?
Fly nigga, what I sip, come from Italy He don't get it, I know he not feelin' me
No aggression, they feelin' my energy All love, I'ma pray for my enemies
This champagne, we ain't drinkin' no Hennessy
Bad bitch and she mix with some Vietnamese
It's a foreign, this whip don't come with a key
If she boring, she cannot fuck with the chief
Pull from deep, cause I know I got range
I want racks, I don't care for the fame Fuck with him, girl, you should be ashamed
Bentley truck, anytime that it rain
I'm so focused, I dream of the money
I like dollars, euros, and pesos Translation, in love with the queso
Freaky bitch, she gon' do what I say so Caviar, we not eatin' spaghetti
Bitch, I made it, now throw the confetti
White bitch and she givin' me Becky
Off the net, cause that shit can get messy
Kickin' bitches, I'm feelin' like Messi
Fuck a Jada, I'm lookin' for Dess
Broke bitches, they buggin' like Pest
Ate it good, and she cleaned up her mess,
Young nigga, you the shit
Gotta know you use to this
Go and get it, never sit
Hit or miss, but never miss
Life's a gamble, make your picks
Haters shit can make you sick
On my next, can't reminisce
Let em' die
Interment
For some reason I like tongue twisters huh? Huh?
Fly nigga, what I sip, come from Italy He don't get it, I know he not feelin' me
No aggression, they feelin' my energy All love, I'ma pray for my enemies
This champagne, we ain't drinkin' no Hennessy
Bad bitch and she mix with some Vietnamese
It's a foreign, this whip don't come with a key
If she boring, she cannot fuck with the chief
Pull from deep, cause I know I got range
I want racks, I don't care for the fame Fuck with him, girl, you should be ashamed
Bentley truck, anytime that it rain
I'm so focused, I dream of the money
I like dollars, euros, and pesos Translation, in love with the queso
Freaky bitch, she gon' do what I say so Caviar, we not eatin' spaghetti
Bitch, I made it, now throw the confetti
White bitch and she givin' me Becky
Off the net, cause that shit can get messy
Kickin' bitches, I'm feelin' like Messi
Fuck a Jada, I'm lookin' for Dess
Broke bitches, they buggin' like Pest
Ate it good, and she cleaned up her mess,
Young nigga, you the shit
Gotta know you use to this
Go and get it, never sit
Hit or miss, but never miss
Life's a gamble, make your picks
Haters shit can make you sick
On my next, can't reminisce
Let em' die
Interment
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Writer(s): Ryan Lowe
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