They look for the crown, I got it
Sipping that drink, Hypnotic
She wanna dance, Erotic
The key to my heart, I locked it
She pissed she not the Topic
I had to leave, I can't fw the Nonsense
Hoes only good for the Gossip
I need some money, I'm keeping it constant
Im still finna rap, im the Same old me
You still gotta pay, it's the Same old feat
Ain't finna rap on the Same old beat
They love when I speak, cuz the game so free
When I look up at the sky, I'm counting the stars, I'm knowing there right where I'm Headed
I might be drinking too much, or thinking too much, I can't figure out where my head is
I'm finna drive in my 2012 coupe, if the bitch keep on hating, she catching the bus
I'll be the rapper who's holding shit down, just need a bad bitch, I ain't asking for much
Tell me she's fine, she's loving her life, she playing, she hate that I'm calling her bluff
I know she f*ck with the music, she nodding her head, then she turn and she tell me it's tuff
I be like, damn, I get it
I asked her to f*ck she with it
I get the money, and I get the views, so I'm feeling like OJ, I did it
These lyrics like Colgate, I spit it
I'm stuck in my old way of living
I love her body, she hate when I leave, so I told her to hold it against me
I'm getting money, really to easy, I must've been rich in my past life
You ain't the shit, you an asswipe
We ain't the same, go and smoke on ya crack pipe
I got her blowing like Bag pipes
I got her wet, you would think she got Baptized
F*ck it, we winning by Halftime
I got the blues and the yellow like Fab five
Sliding, like I hit a Landslide
I'm finna blow with this shit like a Land mine
I just be throwing a Hand sign
Shooters gon shoot, and I got em on Stand by
I'm touching on paper, I Hand dry
Mouth too expensive, she gave me a Hand job
Im hot, yall been turning the Fan off
Out in the west, I can win any Stand off
NPeezy - Wild West Lyrics
NPeezy - Wild West Lyrics
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They look for the crown, I got it
Sipping that drink, Hypnotic
She wanna dance, Erotic
The key to my heart, I locked it
She pissed she not the Topic
I had to leave, I can't fw the Nonsense
Hoes only good for the Gossip
I need some money, I'm keeping it constant
Im still finna rap, im the Same old me
You still gotta pay, it's the Same old feat
Ain't finna rap on the Same old beat
They love when I speak, cuz the game so free
When I look up at the sky, I'm counting the stars, I'm knowing there right where I'm Headed
I might be drinking too much, or thinking too much, I can't figure out where my head is
I'm finna drive in my 2012 coupe, if the bitch keep on hating, she catching the bus
I'll be the rapper who's holding shit down, just need a bad bitch, I ain't asking for much
Tell me she's fine, she's loving her life, she playing, she hate that I'm calling her bluff
I know she f*ck with the music, she nodding her head, then she turn and she tell me it's tuff
I be like, damn, I get it
I asked her to f*ck she with it
I get the money, and I get the views, so I'm feeling like OJ, I did it
These lyrics like Colgate, I spit it
I'm stuck in my old way of living
I love her body, she hate when I leave, so I told her to hold it against me
I'm getting money, really to easy, I must've been rich in my past life
You ain't the shit, you an asswipe
We ain't the same, go and smoke on ya crack pipe
I got her blowing like Bag pipes
I got her wet, you would think she got Baptized
F*ck it, we winning by Halftime
I got the blues and the yellow like Fab five
Sliding, like I hit a Landslide
I'm finna blow with this shit like a Land mine
I just be throwing a Hand sign
Shooters gon shoot, and I got em on Stand by
I'm touching on paper, I Hand dry
Mouth too expensive, she gave me a Hand job
Im hot, yall been turning the Fan off
Out in the west, I can win any Stand off
Sipping that drink, Hypnotic
She wanna dance, Erotic
The key to my heart, I locked it
She pissed she not the Topic
I had to leave, I can't fw the Nonsense
Hoes only good for the Gossip
I need some money, I'm keeping it constant
Im still finna rap, im the Same old me
You still gotta pay, it's the Same old feat
Ain't finna rap on the Same old beat
They love when I speak, cuz the game so free
When I look up at the sky, I'm counting the stars, I'm knowing there right where I'm Headed
I might be drinking too much, or thinking too much, I can't figure out where my head is
I'm finna drive in my 2012 coupe, if the bitch keep on hating, she catching the bus
I'll be the rapper who's holding shit down, just need a bad bitch, I ain't asking for much
Tell me she's fine, she's loving her life, she playing, she hate that I'm calling her bluff
I know she f*ck with the music, she nodding her head, then she turn and she tell me it's tuff
I be like, damn, I get it
I asked her to f*ck she with it
I get the money, and I get the views, so I'm feeling like OJ, I did it
These lyrics like Colgate, I spit it
I'm stuck in my old way of living
I love her body, she hate when I leave, so I told her to hold it against me
I'm getting money, really to easy, I must've been rich in my past life
You ain't the shit, you an asswipe
We ain't the same, go and smoke on ya crack pipe
I got her blowing like Bag pipes
I got her wet, you would think she got Baptized
F*ck it, we winning by Halftime
I got the blues and the yellow like Fab five
Sliding, like I hit a Landslide
I'm finna blow with this shit like a Land mine
I just be throwing a Hand sign
Shooters gon shoot, and I got em on Stand by
I'm touching on paper, I Hand dry
Mouth too expensive, she gave me a Hand job
Im hot, yall been turning the Fan off
Out in the west, I can win any Stand off
Writer: Noah Perez
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