$ilvuh - Andale Lyrics

Running through my mind
And I do this shit all day
Phonies left and right
And that shit always
Uh
Jumping back
An forth
My life sideways
I can't speak on
Too much
This shit all pain
Uh
Made it through the murky
Life all gray
Making money matter
Best believe
Thats my Feng shui
Uh
Love it or ya Hate it
Ima obtain
Boy I'm bout my bread
Thats my thang thang
Bitch
Watch me Swang Swang
Watch me dangle this dolla
Front of ya brain brain
Put me on a loop
Let my song
Go Bang bang
I aint tryna burden you
But my shit go craze
If you listen
You'll be tripping
Don't be dissing
Ima leave you
Lookin manged
Whipping in a range
Aint it all strange
I don't give a damn
What you finna say
Ima stay paid
Till the day
A boy decay
Ima stay down
Like I got dirt in my face
Ima keep it Rolling Stone
Running first place
Art work what it take
When you wanna make ya shit
Dis great
Got a Full plate
I aint finna hit you
Till we in the same state
I was never with u
I was at my own pace
Rip Pop
Free Smitt
Mike Amiri
Mike Amiri
God Graced
Pick it up
Run back
No Runway...
Andale
Andale...
Money Move Just...
(Yea Yea)
Money Move Just One Way...
Get it goin
Get it goin
Better shake it
If she want pay...
What the problem
What the problem
See you got one but you won't say...
(Ey Ey)
Catastrophic
When I'm rollin
And the stage rocking
Acid Acid
Yea I'm dazed off it
Took it
Cuz I heard the bass boppin
Good Grade A
Boxing
Rapping bout it
Cuz I'm Based off it
Smoking medical
You talk toxins
Step aside
Cuz the king walking
Pretty Bitch
Pretty Bitch
F*ck in the night time
Tell her ima call you
When you done crying
Uh
Nuh
Uh
I don't wanna hear it
You can stop lying
Bitch
Ya done switched
I don't wanna here you talk guap
Like I owed you it
Bullshit
Coming at me sideways
Finna leave you
On the highway strip
With a migraine
Blowing out
Rollin up
High grade
All the homies get they own zip
Meet up at the randevu spot
Space ship whip
Type shit
Count chips
Blow it by the onion
Never saw me coming
Now you see me stunting
Real smooth
Made a song
An it hit
(Ey Ey)
Oh shit
Go ahead
An tell me
What you went and
Thought about
It
Boy Lit
Hotter than the sun
Took a flow
Went a head and Boiled It
Boy lit
Shitting on you rappers
With a big mouth
Could have sworn bro
Looking like a toilet
Notice
That a young jit
Make it oh so dope
When I'm spitting it quick
Yo bitch
Hoppin on dick
When I say so
Funny How a thot thought
She was finna make a peso
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