(Get down )
Ight
Look
Came up from Cockroaches in a F*cking cereal bar,
You don't know about living like
That
Nigga, eating syrup sandwich to go To bed
Nigga, breakfast was just f*cking Nothing it was my stomach rumbling
Nigga, what you doin'? How you livin'? What you goin'
Niggas make a lot of money, I just gotta keep pursuing,
Don't give a f*ck about nun these hoes
All these hoes be really foolish
Bitch, I got my baby mama with me, my wife
That's just my queen
(That's just my baby)
That's what niggas dont say, cause they be pussy
On my own since Yungin days
I swear to God I keep on
Pushin
Call me Santa, cause I'm fat and I be doin it
Niggas be out they body, but I already know they fake,
I'm on my shit, you already know, I'm bad as hell, and I'm f*ckin Jamaican,
Mama told me stay away from niggas, man, they
Hatin', I gotta stack this paper every day, jiggalatin'
Bitch, what ya talking? These Niggas be fakin' out they body, man
They high for talking on me ', All These hoes be really nasty,
They f*ckin on em, Nigga, get the F*ck away, I'm on my shit since Yungin days, Nigga, I like to get
Paid, Pussy,
Nigga, I'm on my own shit, Flava Flava, I'm black as hell, I told you, Nigga
I'm ugly as shit, But I still take your Bitch, I don't even
Want her, She ain't even worth it, I'm on my own shit
Make paper every day in that stu
I'm doin' all this shit
I'm on my grind, Hoes say that she l
Love me, f*ck that Hoe, she waste My time,
Crazy, Nigga, what's the mileage
I already know she fast, Niggas Speed away, I'm ridin'
I'm tired of all these hoes postin' About they baby daddy
Get the f*ck up off my timeline la How
I ain't tryna look for no love, I'm With my baby And you know we Chillin', makin' all this dough,
Nigga, what you doin' on your alone Time
He ain't got no hustle, I be out here Making cho, Say he big, dawg, he Ain't even got no muscle,
How I really bitch on the low
Get up off your ass, Nigga,
That's how I gotta tell my dawgs
Cause we Don't wanna see them Broke,
Man, YTN for life, young turnt Nigga
I swear to God, I might as take your Hoe
Sgm
Strictly gettin' money every day
That's the mission, And I can get You this shit for the low
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(Get down )
Ight
Look
Came up from Cockroaches in a F*cking cereal bar,
You don't know about living like
That
Nigga, eating syrup sandwich to go To bed
Nigga, breakfast was just f*cking Nothing it was my stomach rumbling
Nigga, what you doin'? How you livin'? What you goin'
Niggas make a lot of money, I just gotta keep pursuing,
Don't give a f*ck about nun these hoes
All these hoes be really foolish
Bitch, I got my baby mama with me, my wife
That's just my queen
(That's just my baby)
That's what niggas dont say, cause they be pussy
On my own since Yungin days
I swear to God I keep on
Pushin
Call me Santa, cause I'm fat and I be doin it
Niggas be out they body, but I already know they fake,
I'm on my shit, you already know, I'm bad as hell, and I'm f*ckin Jamaican,
Mama told me stay away from niggas, man, they
Hatin', I gotta stack this paper every day, jiggalatin'
Bitch, what ya talking? These Niggas be fakin' out they body, man
They high for talking on me ', All These hoes be really nasty,
They f*ckin on em, Nigga, get the F*ck away, I'm on my shit since Yungin days, Nigga, I like to get
Paid, Pussy,
Nigga, I'm on my own shit, Flava Flava, I'm black as hell, I told you, Nigga
I'm ugly as shit, But I still take your Bitch, I don't even
Want her, She ain't even worth it, I'm on my own shit
Make paper every day in that stu
I'm doin' all this shit
I'm on my grind, Hoes say that she l
Love me, f*ck that Hoe, she waste My time,
Crazy, Nigga, what's the mileage
I already know she fast, Niggas Speed away, I'm ridin'
I'm tired of all these hoes postin' About they baby daddy
Get the f*ck up off my timeline la How
I ain't tryna look for no love, I'm With my baby And you know we Chillin', makin' all this dough,
Nigga, what you doin' on your alone Time
He ain't got no hustle, I be out here Making cho, Say he big, dawg, he Ain't even got no muscle,
How I really bitch on the low
Get up off your ass, Nigga,
That's how I gotta tell my dawgs
Cause we Don't wanna see them Broke,
Man, YTN for life, young turnt Nigga
I swear to God, I might as take your Hoe
Sgm
Strictly gettin' money every day
That's the mission, And I can get You this shit for the low
Ight
Look
Came up from Cockroaches in a F*cking cereal bar,
You don't know about living like
That
Nigga, eating syrup sandwich to go To bed
Nigga, breakfast was just f*cking Nothing it was my stomach rumbling
Nigga, what you doin'? How you livin'? What you goin'
Niggas make a lot of money, I just gotta keep pursuing,
Don't give a f*ck about nun these hoes
All these hoes be really foolish
Bitch, I got my baby mama with me, my wife
That's just my queen
(That's just my baby)
That's what niggas dont say, cause they be pussy
On my own since Yungin days
I swear to God I keep on
Pushin
Call me Santa, cause I'm fat and I be doin it
Niggas be out they body, but I already know they fake,
I'm on my shit, you already know, I'm bad as hell, and I'm f*ckin Jamaican,
Mama told me stay away from niggas, man, they
Hatin', I gotta stack this paper every day, jiggalatin'
Bitch, what ya talking? These Niggas be fakin' out they body, man
They high for talking on me ', All These hoes be really nasty,
They f*ckin on em, Nigga, get the F*ck away, I'm on my shit since Yungin days, Nigga, I like to get
Paid, Pussy,
Nigga, I'm on my own shit, Flava Flava, I'm black as hell, I told you, Nigga
I'm ugly as shit, But I still take your Bitch, I don't even
Want her, She ain't even worth it, I'm on my own shit
Make paper every day in that stu
I'm doin' all this shit
I'm on my grind, Hoes say that she l
Love me, f*ck that Hoe, she waste My time,
Crazy, Nigga, what's the mileage
I already know she fast, Niggas Speed away, I'm ridin'
I'm tired of all these hoes postin' About they baby daddy
Get the f*ck up off my timeline la How
I ain't tryna look for no love, I'm With my baby And you know we Chillin', makin' all this dough,
Nigga, what you doin' on your alone Time
He ain't got no hustle, I be out here Making cho, Say he big, dawg, he Ain't even got no muscle,
How I really bitch on the low
Get up off your ass, Nigga,
That's how I gotta tell my dawgs
Cause we Don't wanna see them Broke,
Man, YTN for life, young turnt Nigga
I swear to God, I might as take your Hoe
Sgm
Strictly gettin' money every day
That's the mission, And I can get You this shit for the low
Writer: Belly Studio, Sgm Oso
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