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Chill
I told her somebody lying, I'm not the deal Must be getting higher than a doctor bill I hit the spot and your wife be tryna cop a feel Till I look and tell her ma, you gotta chill The way I'm forcing on them, they say that I'm the worst New pair of Michael Jordans and my Nike shirt Pinch on the ab, lawyer getting right the word Been to the past, swore I'm 'bout to write a verse No, it gotta hurt, you ain't getting nothing from me You's a leach, all you do is beg for money Another dummy, you about to crash No, this ain't about the past, you about to pass No, I ain't about the past, I'm about the blast Cool out on the map, shooting off the glass Get to tracking when them things get clapping Thinking it won't really happen till it really happen Have you laying on the floor like what really happen Hundred sprayers that you doing 'fore you finish rapping Let's get it cracking, nigga, rapido Your hoe know I've been the captain, watch me rock the boat Hottest flow, watch me glow, hit the strip then pop and go I'm a pro, y'all should know, when I'm in the mix I lock and load Stop and go, watch us froze, admit I'm icy, hoe Rolex on, Audemar, hop out on your bitch and rock the boat I'm the dope, y'all a joke, he ain't even kinda close You won't find us, piranhas on the entire coast What's popping on beside me, I'm on my way to get myself some Chinese Sweating like they Siamese You can find me in that Maserati, hoe Taking the top off and on, it's that mind control 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 That's right nigga, thunder and that lightning, nigga Sparks to your brain, come and get it, light it, nigga I don't like you niggas talking about you run New York Only flips you know is car wheel and summer salts That's your mother's Ford, bitch should've spit you out Plus you still staying with her, bitch should've kicked you out Listen, we eating good, life's straight Rice cape, caught this Rollie with the white face It's all love even though I like hate Put a pretender in the blender, watch his life shake Patterned leather, I love it, white grey Took the top off the 7, what a nice day Jewels on freeze, this that ice age I be blowing on trees, this that white haze Bad boy, we come happy, smoking, bad boy, I mean to pee on steady Laugh boy, let a nigga scheme on Freddy Bad boy, hit 'em with machine gun kellies That's what you get tryna be me Team thunder in this bitch, I'm the VP Put you under with a clip off a GP Fuck a toll, you won't pass, man, that's easy Believe me, I'm killing shit when I'm spitting more In a wish for my big bro, stealing chicks, hitting this, go Box hot, no Crisco, shot pot no shot clock or shot pock we hit, go Put your top on you Cisco, I ball, no disco, hitting though, my wrist glow Courtside, nick flow, Mellow almost stepped on my big toe I get dough, money's what a nigga trapping for I'll keep grinding till I'm getting what I'm asking for
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