LOVE WHEN I SPEAK
Love when I speak
They fuck with the grammar
She want all the answers
You won't get them answers
It's time to get started
I count it for weeks
It's sunny outside
We hop off the leash
Yeah, Yeah
Poppin them hammers
But can't touch the slammer
I'm feedin my family
I'm Santa
Met two lil freaks that was stalkin
When they got to talkin
Didn't show me no manners
Kickin my feet in the backseat
Spreadin out colors of money
That's Fanta
From the city do some shit
You get stung
Show the prices
Now she fallin in love
Wake up, no second thought
How i'm gettin straight to it
Nigga move way too fluid
Skiis on the back cause we on the ice
How we do it
Bitches on the jet
Two flew it
Fuck that wishy washy, baby
I be in the garden faded
Careful that's my carbon, baby
Free yourself
They trap you daily, yea
Movie when we bounce out
Love to flick it up
And pic it when the stackas out
They be callin off the hook
It's in advance now
They get excited
Wanna come and beat the trunk down
Pulled me closer
Said she bout to pull her chest out
Nigga been ballin and shit
Give a fuck what it seems
Judge me
Think give a damn now?
We take trips here this way
We just random the scene
Been there before in the darkness
Surrounded by still
Cuttin the chills foreal
Been droppin bombs on headtops
Zebo, he been goin crazy
No drill, it's real
Can't trust niggas do walkie talkie
I done popped my shit
Now they won't get up off me
Bitches gettin horny and shit in the morning
Breakfast with the coffee
Before I was yawnin, yea
Can't blame they wanna be like us
Ion even point to the fuss
All black make the inside bust
Boss dog
Money moves like Russ
The funds
Yeah, they're sendin it weekly
Go live and they're ready to meet me
She work for me
I get her CC
On go, that's fasho
That's fasho
And I know, cause she
Love when I speak
They fuck with the grammar
She want all the answers
You won't get them answers
It's time to get started
I count it for weeks
It's sunny outside
We hop off the leash
Yeah, Yeah
Poppin them hammers
But can't touch the slammer
I'm feedin my family
I'm Santa
Met two lil freaks that was stalkin
When they got to talkin
Didn't show me no manners
Kickin my feet in the backseat
Spreadin out colors of money
That's Fanta
From the city do some shit
You get stung
Show the prices
Now she fallin in love
They fuck with the grammar
She want all the answers
You won't get them answers
It's time to get started
I count it for weeks
It's sunny outside
We hop off the leash
Yeah, Yeah
Poppin them hammers
But can't touch the slammer
I'm feedin my family
I'm Santa
Met two lil freaks that was stalkin
When they got to talkin
Didn't show me no manners
Kickin my feet in the backseat
Spreadin out colors of money
That's Fanta
From the city do some shit
You get stung
Show the prices
Now she fallin in love
Wake up, no second thought
How i'm gettin straight to it
Nigga move way too fluid
Skiis on the back cause we on the ice
How we do it
Bitches on the jet
Two flew it
Fuck that wishy washy, baby
I be in the garden faded
Careful that's my carbon, baby
Free yourself
They trap you daily, yea
Movie when we bounce out
Love to flick it up
And pic it when the stackas out
They be callin off the hook
It's in advance now
They get excited
Wanna come and beat the trunk down
Pulled me closer
Said she bout to pull her chest out
Nigga been ballin and shit
Give a fuck what it seems
Judge me
Think give a damn now?
We take trips here this way
We just random the scene
Been there before in the darkness
Surrounded by still
Cuttin the chills foreal
Been droppin bombs on headtops
Zebo, he been goin crazy
No drill, it's real
Can't trust niggas do walkie talkie
I done popped my shit
Now they won't get up off me
Bitches gettin horny and shit in the morning
Breakfast with the coffee
Before I was yawnin, yea
Can't blame they wanna be like us
Ion even point to the fuss
All black make the inside bust
Boss dog
Money moves like Russ
The funds
Yeah, they're sendin it weekly
Go live and they're ready to meet me
She work for me
I get her CC
On go, that's fasho
That's fasho
And I know, cause she
Love when I speak
They fuck with the grammar
She want all the answers
You won't get them answers
It's time to get started
I count it for weeks
It's sunny outside
We hop off the leash
Yeah, Yeah
Poppin them hammers
But can't touch the slammer
I'm feedin my family
I'm Santa
Met two lil freaks that was stalkin
When they got to talkin
Didn't show me no manners
Kickin my feet in the backseat
Spreadin out colors of money
That's Fanta
From the city do some shit
You get stung
Show the prices
Now she fallin in love
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