Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
(Yeah)
All this blood yeah i spill
Don't get popped like a pill
Till I die keep my will
Since a jit kept it trill
Three more shots of this gin
Don't pick up your phone
I do it again uh
Pull up to the party no friends
I got the got the glock in my hand
Sorry bitch no I don't dance
2019 Im the man
It was all part of the plan
I took the money route got the advance (yeah)
I got the advance
When I left you thought
That I was gonna miss you , (yeah)
Yeah that ain't the issue
Now you back home crying
Damn need some tissues
Girl you had some issues
I stay high don't no pop xans
I f*ck your bitch on cam
Thumbing through all these bands
I can do with one hand
Where's my money uncle sam
Where's my money Uncle Sam
(yeah)
Thumbing through all these bands yeah
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
Dean - Rebel Lyrics
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Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
(Yeah)
All this blood yeah i spill
Don't get popped like a pill
Till I die keep my will
Since a jit kept it trill
Three more shots of this gin
Don't pick up your phone
I do it again uh
Pull up to the party no friends
I got the got the glock in my hand
Sorry bitch no I don't dance
2019 Im the man
It was all part of the plan
I took the money route got the advance (yeah)
I got the advance
When I left you thought
That I was gonna miss you , (yeah)
Yeah that ain't the issue
Now you back home crying
Damn need some tissues
Girl you had some issues
I stay high don't no pop xans
I f*ck your bitch on cam
Thumbing through all these bands
I can do with one hand
Where's my money uncle sam
Where's my money Uncle Sam
(yeah)
Thumbing through all these bands yeah
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
(Yeah)
All this blood yeah i spill
Don't get popped like a pill
Till I die keep my will
Since a jit kept it trill
Three more shots of this gin
Don't pick up your phone
I do it again uh
Pull up to the party no friends
I got the got the glock in my hand
Sorry bitch no I don't dance
2019 Im the man
It was all part of the plan
I took the money route got the advance (yeah)
I got the advance
When I left you thought
That I was gonna miss you , (yeah)
Yeah that ain't the issue
Now you back home crying
Damn need some tissues
Girl you had some issues
I stay high don't no pop xans
I f*ck your bitch on cam
Thumbing through all these bands
I can do with one hand
Where's my money uncle sam
Where's my money Uncle Sam
(yeah)
Thumbing through all these bands yeah
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
(Aye)
Driving in a benz going home by myself
All my friends are dead cause I don't need nobody else
I feel like lil uzi f*ck the fame just want the wealth
I put that on my momma f*ck the world give em hell
Give em hell
We gon run it up can't you tell
Smoking on that, uh what's the smell
I can't feel a uh , I cant feel
I ain't taking shit dave chapelle
Writer: ANTHONY DEAN
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