Maradona
Chillin with some brudes and they all nude
Lookin at me like
Whos this dude?
I was just lookin back at you
Never really knew how to
How are you and am I rude?
Rappers spit game but it aint all true
Things quite strange when they all brand new
What more could I really do?
Age like wine, but I dont taste fruit
Live life fine till it aint bout school
Got a wear big smiles for the pics like ooh
Got it all on my god
Damn
Look at you girl, runnin in this bitch with ya cold feet
Somebody get me a cold breeze or a coffee
On line two with the new beat
Online too with a new freak
No Tinder but I do intend
Tic-tac-toe in my brand new benz
Slicked back hair on these old school young ones
They don't give a f*ck about how you been
They don't give a f*ck about who you bring
I don't give a f*ck about who you bring
Who even let you in
You go day by day
I do dare, I say, I swear, I may
Where were y'all when I needed that shoulder
Where was y'all when my sheets got colder
Guess these hoes found a place much warmer
That's all cute but guess what I heard
I aint heard shit
Ladies and gentlemen
I present
Tonight's show
Stupid
Stupid
This ain't a show, this is a circus
These clowns could never outwork us
I deliver my verse in person
Curses written in cursive
Guess I'm fancy and I'm hurting
This shit finna be a newsflash
Roll on tape like a toll on faith
I hope this won't be the new past
However long this takes, will it all make sense
If I wait too long in the loop back
If I ain't on your list, I don't give a shit
You don't have a taste for good rap
How much do I give
A hundred percent if I ain't going in
I choose that
How long do you live
The age that you now reduce that
I don't know divide and conquer
Them coach moms consider
But I don't be wanting no mama
Dädä
He sit on the porch with a camera
I wish I still got to know grandma
With the granddad in act
I don't got plans to go back
I'm going platinum on plaques
I'm running marathons on raps
I'm running everything but cap
That's what you pretty boys do
I don't see nothing else in you
I'm just chilling and being myself
Forget what your badass could do
I got a bad bitch with a fat ass
That filled up the stu
Got a message to send
Am I getting it through
I ain't f*cking with you
Maradona
When I play yall, I play ball
When you play this you gone hate ya'll
Make you turn on yourself dawg
I'm on all your cellphones
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Maradona
Chillin with some brudes and they all nude
Lookin at me like
Whos this dude?
I was just lookin back at you
Never really knew how to
How are you and am I rude?
Rappers spit game but it aint all true
Things quite strange when they all brand new
What more could I really do?
Age like wine, but I dont taste fruit
Live life fine till it aint bout school
Got a wear big smiles for the pics like ooh
Got it all on my god
Damn
Look at you girl, runnin in this bitch with ya cold feet
Somebody get me a cold breeze or a coffee
On line two with the new beat
Online too with a new freak
No Tinder but I do intend
Tic-tac-toe in my brand new benz
Slicked back hair on these old school young ones
They don't give a f*ck about how you been
They don't give a f*ck about who you bring
I don't give a f*ck about who you bring
Who even let you in
You go day by day
I do dare, I say, I swear, I may
Where were y'all when I needed that shoulder
Where was y'all when my sheets got colder
Guess these hoes found a place much warmer
That's all cute but guess what I heard
I aint heard shit
Ladies and gentlemen
I present
Tonight's show
Stupid
Stupid
This ain't a show, this is a circus
These clowns could never outwork us
I deliver my verse in person
Curses written in cursive
Guess I'm fancy and I'm hurting
This shit finna be a newsflash
Roll on tape like a toll on faith
I hope this won't be the new past
However long this takes, will it all make sense
If I wait too long in the loop back
If I ain't on your list, I don't give a shit
You don't have a taste for good rap
How much do I give
A hundred percent if I ain't going in
I choose that
How long do you live
The age that you now reduce that
I don't know divide and conquer
Them coach moms consider
But I don't be wanting no mama
Dädä
He sit on the porch with a camera
I wish I still got to know grandma
With the granddad in act
I don't got plans to go back
I'm going platinum on plaques
I'm running marathons on raps
I'm running everything but cap
That's what you pretty boys do
I don't see nothing else in you
I'm just chilling and being myself
Forget what your badass could do
I got a bad bitch with a fat ass
That filled up the stu
Got a message to send
Am I getting it through
I ain't f*cking with you
Maradona
When I play yall, I play ball
When you play this you gone hate ya'll
Make you turn on yourself dawg
I'm on all your cellphones
Chillin with some brudes and they all nude
Lookin at me like
Whos this dude?
I was just lookin back at you
Never really knew how to
How are you and am I rude?
Rappers spit game but it aint all true
Things quite strange when they all brand new
What more could I really do?
Age like wine, but I dont taste fruit
Live life fine till it aint bout school
Got a wear big smiles for the pics like ooh
Got it all on my god
Damn
Look at you girl, runnin in this bitch with ya cold feet
Somebody get me a cold breeze or a coffee
On line two with the new beat
Online too with a new freak
No Tinder but I do intend
Tic-tac-toe in my brand new benz
Slicked back hair on these old school young ones
They don't give a f*ck about how you been
They don't give a f*ck about who you bring
I don't give a f*ck about who you bring
Who even let you in
You go day by day
I do dare, I say, I swear, I may
Where were y'all when I needed that shoulder
Where was y'all when my sheets got colder
Guess these hoes found a place much warmer
That's all cute but guess what I heard
I aint heard shit
Ladies and gentlemen
I present
Tonight's show
Stupid
Stupid
This ain't a show, this is a circus
These clowns could never outwork us
I deliver my verse in person
Curses written in cursive
Guess I'm fancy and I'm hurting
This shit finna be a newsflash
Roll on tape like a toll on faith
I hope this won't be the new past
However long this takes, will it all make sense
If I wait too long in the loop back
If I ain't on your list, I don't give a shit
You don't have a taste for good rap
How much do I give
A hundred percent if I ain't going in
I choose that
How long do you live
The age that you now reduce that
I don't know divide and conquer
Them coach moms consider
But I don't be wanting no mama
Dädä
He sit on the porch with a camera
I wish I still got to know grandma
With the granddad in act
I don't got plans to go back
I'm going platinum on plaques
I'm running marathons on raps
I'm running everything but cap
That's what you pretty boys do
I don't see nothing else in you
I'm just chilling and being myself
Forget what your badass could do
I got a bad bitch with a fat ass
That filled up the stu
Got a message to send
Am I getting it through
I ain't f*cking with you
Maradona
When I play yall, I play ball
When you play this you gone hate ya'll
Make you turn on yourself dawg
I'm on all your cellphones
Writer: Hugo Pitkänen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid