ON MY MOTHER FREESTYLE Lil Yachty
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[Intro]
I don't even hold my own bag
[Verse 1]
Pop a X pill, Fuck jet lag, I'm movin'
My bitch look like Keyshia Cole, I'm lovin' it
Way too cold, always catch me with an oven mit
Know I had a problem 'cause I been six months sober
I been still buyin' codeine just to look at it on my sofa
I'm a silver surfer, booted up to Mahat' Ghandi
Where you'll find me? Same place turn bright hoes to zombies
Overseas, extend this guap, I don't wear Armani
Big yachts, the sound of rain, and yeah, I don't drink Dasani
I bought my bitch anything, everything all she need
Doin' callbacks, but they all wack and that's excpected
She was rollin' thirty yards after the shit was digested
Bought mysеlf a watch, the hardware was diamond incrusted
I don't еat calamari, coupe was blue like Calipari
Got a old school tuned up, I entice
I done did it, I ain't proud of it, and I ain't sorry
I never done starved, and I make margins
I'll never go out easy, I'll keep carvin'
We gon' learn where he stayin', don't need milk cartons
Pop a tesla in a parkin' lot, I'm chargin'
Ex just pulled up in a charger, and now I'm dodgin'
It's Balenci' even when I'm camouflagin'
He a hard head, FN gon' hit his noggin'
Shouldn't dare, even though, her friend, I'm hoggin'
Told her how thick her skin is, she gon' bring me options
I don't even hold my own bag
[Verse 1]
Pop a X pill, Fuck jet lag, I'm movin'
My bitch look like Keyshia Cole, I'm lovin' it
Way too cold, always catch me with an oven mit
Know I had a problem 'cause I been six months sober
I been still buyin' codeine just to look at it on my sofa
I'm a silver surfer, booted up to Mahat' Ghandi
Where you'll find me? Same place turn bright hoes to zombies
Overseas, extend this guap, I don't wear Armani
Big yachts, the sound of rain, and yeah, I don't drink Dasani
I bought my bitch anything, everything all she need
Doin' callbacks, but they all wack and that's excpected
She was rollin' thirty yards after the shit was digested
Bought mysеlf a watch, the hardware was diamond incrusted
I don't еat calamari, coupe was blue like Calipari
Got a old school tuned up, I entice
I done did it, I ain't proud of it, and I ain't sorry
I never done starved, and I make margins
I'll never go out easy, I'll keep carvin'
We gon' learn where he stayin', don't need milk cartons
Pop a tesla in a parkin' lot, I'm chargin'
Ex just pulled up in a charger, and now I'm dodgin'
It's Balenci' even when I'm camouflagin'
He a hard head, FN gon' hit his noggin'
Shouldn't dare, even though, her friend, I'm hoggin'
Told her how thick her skin is, she gon' bring me options
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