COME ON !
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, we're missing
Baby mama trampin', pay her bills
And now she coo
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
If I don't sound like that, I need to redo it
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, went missing
Baby mama trippin', pay her bills
And now she com
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
I hit a hundred plays on noble
Like my nigga qoob
You can meet me at the deal
If you want some food
I'm so true to my religion
But ain't got on true
I done turned up with the truffle
Now they getting flew
Baby, you won't even play me
If you really knew
Just what I do, damn
Baby, just be cool, wham
Let's turn on some cool jams
Finna drop a deuce, damn
I come from the zoo
Chopper, go down on boot
Already f*cked a friend
She let me f*ck her, too
Let's turn on some cool jams
She know I'm a smooth man
I can get them through
Today I ran through two
The stick look like a broom
Pounds coming in vacuumed
It protect the fumes
The neighbor's 12 assume
I'm moving cautious
Watch who you serving, nigga
Cause this shit might cost us
Just popped another Percocet
I'm feeling nauseous
KK come through with a switchy
He thought I got carbine
I know she wanna f*ck
She said she like my garments
So many pounds
It look like a nigga farming
Don't say too much
I know niggas being informants
Bad bitch from Italy
She said she come from Florence
Top of the hill, I swear
Niggas so important
I got a grower out of town
They getting imported
I know that I'ma be rich
By my f*cking Jordan
These niggas hating
Throwing salt just like they morton
I'm in the kitchen whipping it
I just need more ends
These niggas they mistaken
They think they need more friends
Can't nobody hop in with me
When I come Benz
And we need more than just one
So we don't split teams
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Just like that
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COME ON !
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, we're missing
Baby mama trampin', pay her bills
And now she coo
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
If I don't sound like that, I need to redo it
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, went missing
Baby mama trippin', pay her bills
And now she com
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
I hit a hundred plays on noble
Like my nigga qoob
You can meet me at the deal
If you want some food
I'm so true to my religion
But ain't got on true
I done turned up with the truffle
Now they getting flew
Baby, you won't even play me
If you really knew
Just what I do, damn
Baby, just be cool, wham
Let's turn on some cool jams
Finna drop a deuce, damn
I come from the zoo
Chopper, go down on boot
Already f*cked a friend
She let me f*ck her, too
Let's turn on some cool jams
She know I'm a smooth man
I can get them through
Today I ran through two
The stick look like a broom
Pounds coming in vacuumed
It protect the fumes
The neighbor's 12 assume
I'm moving cautious
Watch who you serving, nigga
Cause this shit might cost us
Just popped another Percocet
I'm feeling nauseous
KK come through with a switchy
He thought I got carbine
I know she wanna f*ck
She said she like my garments
So many pounds
It look like a nigga farming
Don't say too much
I know niggas being informants
Bad bitch from Italy
She said she come from Florence
Top of the hill, I swear
Niggas so important
I got a grower out of town
They getting imported
I know that I'ma be rich
By my f*cking Jordan
These niggas hating
Throwing salt just like they morton
I'm in the kitchen whipping it
I just need more ends
These niggas they mistaken
They think they need more friends
Can't nobody hop in with me
When I come Benz
And we need more than just one
So we don't split teams
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Just like that
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, we're missing
Baby mama trampin', pay her bills
And now she coo
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
If I don't sound like that, I need to redo it
I drop the deuce inside the coupe
Poof the roof, went missing
Baby mama trippin', pay her bills
And now she com
On the west, serving food
While my son in school
I hit a hundred plays on noble
Like my nigga qoob
You can meet me at the deal
If you want some food
I'm so true to my religion
But ain't got on true
I done turned up with the truffle
Now they getting flew
Baby, you won't even play me
If you really knew
Just what I do, damn
Baby, just be cool, wham
Let's turn on some cool jams
Finna drop a deuce, damn
I come from the zoo
Chopper, go down on boot
Already f*cked a friend
She let me f*ck her, too
Let's turn on some cool jams
She know I'm a smooth man
I can get them through
Today I ran through two
The stick look like a broom
Pounds coming in vacuumed
It protect the fumes
The neighbor's 12 assume
I'm moving cautious
Watch who you serving, nigga
Cause this shit might cost us
Just popped another Percocet
I'm feeling nauseous
KK come through with a switchy
He thought I got carbine
I know she wanna f*ck
She said she like my garments
So many pounds
It look like a nigga farming
Don't say too much
I know niggas being informants
Bad bitch from Italy
She said she come from Florence
Top of the hill, I swear
Niggas so important
I got a grower out of town
They getting imported
I know that I'ma be rich
By my f*cking Jordan
These niggas hating
Throwing salt just like they morton
I'm in the kitchen whipping it
I just need more ends
These niggas they mistaken
They think they need more friends
Can't nobody hop in with me
When I come Benz
And we need more than just one
So we don't split teams
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Just like that
Writer: David Morrow
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