Foxy you got me sounding right
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
It took some foolery just to be giving a shit
I never had a care like this before
Now I just wanna see more
I ain't carry no side strap
No need for the bypass
Ripping pantries, I've been eating I bite fast
I'm in the whip you other rappers ain't moving like me
I see you all and I'm acting how I act when I see a lil' bike pass
Wish I could I wish I could just be involved with all the pros
Like right now that's not how it works
Just understand that it might last or it might not
Degraded when I think about how I might crash
Somehow this the right spot
Even if I'm in some tight shit
Crammed life a little too much kinda type shit
Yeah we all want a wife
Yeah we all want a good life
But I'm so young
Why the f*ck am I just sitting here
And stressing all up on the wife shit
Life is a bitch alright bitch
I know the girls all like this
It's in the face
They think I'm cute
She telling me it's not my fits
The advice that I've been taking
I'm f*cking tired
Like why don't y'all listen to my tips
My bad
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this I want them jealous
I'm sorry for my big head kinda attitude
Legendary I was born with this
Like I had a tune
It's like I knew what I had to do
Way before I came out of my mother's stomach
Now I f*ck it up and help the public
Pussy stay running my mind
I can't help it
Let's get to f*cking
I can't help it
I can't help it
Miles Foxy Mr. Seller's
We gon' have a posse
Dead shot like a possum
I wanna hang with yo mommy
Big ass with a thin body
Bright light this ain't a dim hobby
Y'all should know that I've been money
And I've been thinking
How the hell would y'all think that I've been sinking
Y'all can hear what I've been speaking
Y'all hear that
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
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Foxy you got me sounding right
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
It took some foolery just to be giving a shit
I never had a care like this before
Now I just wanna see more
I ain't carry no side strap
No need for the bypass
Ripping pantries, I've been eating I bite fast
I'm in the whip you other rappers ain't moving like me
I see you all and I'm acting how I act when I see a lil' bike pass
Wish I could I wish I could just be involved with all the pros
Like right now that's not how it works
Just understand that it might last or it might not
Degraded when I think about how I might crash
Somehow this the right spot
Even if I'm in some tight shit
Crammed life a little too much kinda type shit
Yeah we all want a wife
Yeah we all want a good life
But I'm so young
Why the f*ck am I just sitting here
And stressing all up on the wife shit
Life is a bitch alright bitch
I know the girls all like this
It's in the face
They think I'm cute
She telling me it's not my fits
The advice that I've been taking
I'm f*cking tired
Like why don't y'all listen to my tips
My bad
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this I want them jealous
I'm sorry for my big head kinda attitude
Legendary I was born with this
Like I had a tune
It's like I knew what I had to do
Way before I came out of my mother's stomach
Now I f*ck it up and help the public
Pussy stay running my mind
I can't help it
Let's get to f*cking
I can't help it
I can't help it
Miles Foxy Mr. Seller's
We gon' have a posse
Dead shot like a possum
I wanna hang with yo mommy
Big ass with a thin body
Bright light this ain't a dim hobby
Y'all should know that I've been money
And I've been thinking
How the hell would y'all think that I've been sinking
Y'all can hear what I've been speaking
Y'all hear that
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
It took some foolery just to be giving a shit
I never had a care like this before
Now I just wanna see more
I ain't carry no side strap
No need for the bypass
Ripping pantries, I've been eating I bite fast
I'm in the whip you other rappers ain't moving like me
I see you all and I'm acting how I act when I see a lil' bike pass
Wish I could I wish I could just be involved with all the pros
Like right now that's not how it works
Just understand that it might last or it might not
Degraded when I think about how I might crash
Somehow this the right spot
Even if I'm in some tight shit
Crammed life a little too much kinda type shit
Yeah we all want a wife
Yeah we all want a good life
But I'm so young
Why the f*ck am I just sitting here
And stressing all up on the wife shit
Life is a bitch alright bitch
I know the girls all like this
It's in the face
They think I'm cute
She telling me it's not my fits
The advice that I've been taking
I'm f*cking tired
Like why don't y'all listen to my tips
My bad
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this
I'm getting selfish
I gotta sell this I want them jealous
I'm sorry for my big head kinda attitude
Legendary I was born with this
Like I had a tune
It's like I knew what I had to do
Way before I came out of my mother's stomach
Now I f*ck it up and help the public
Pussy stay running my mind
I can't help it
Let's get to f*cking
I can't help it
I can't help it
Miles Foxy Mr. Seller's
We gon' have a posse
Dead shot like a possum
I wanna hang with yo mommy
Big ass with a thin body
Bright light this ain't a dim hobby
Y'all should know that I've been money
And I've been thinking
How the hell would y'all think that I've been sinking
Y'all can hear what I've been speaking
Y'all hear that
Tryna make this heartwarming
Waiting till all the guys have their cars foreign
Engineers in the mix
Pot in everyone's hand
Forgot we were making a hit
I'm one of them rap artists
That won't care about karats and drip nah
Writer: Jake Lidman
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