Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
I need a book of dedication
I need to book a vacation
These niggas hating but they waiting
Thank god for that separation
See I got never-ending flows, and they never simple
Roll that dope then blow a 'O
I'm stayin' ahead of my goals
But keep actin' like a clown imma paint up they nose
If she wanna play them games told her play with that rose
And I'm getting kinda older, I can't flex my bankrolls
Y'all was actin' like y'all was with me now I flex on y'all hoes
Money dead but it rose
You know friends turn to foes
Yeah he hate, he a pro
He hate he did this before
You act like a bit 'a hoe
When they don't get what they want
You need to get up ya ass
Get that bag and get low (Get that bag)
I was born on this earth, I swear I been here before (Before)
She love my adlib "go", She love when I say "woah"
Nigga free baby, woah
Took over the road on my own
In that purple lambo
Shit look like Piccolo (Woah)
In the bed she show off her tricks
It's like a talent show
Not that I care, lil bro
"Shit you did it?"
I did it years ago
See you ain't met Kaine with the fro'
Back then I woulda robbed you, and yo hoe
But I done learned better lil bro
Its still fuck 12 [?]
She not a hoe no mo'
I can see the glow
Ain't talkin bout BBQ
But [?]
Red dot kinda look like a mole
Real smart how I still got my soul
Even when I was poor I would po'
Still happy when I was down bad broke
Listen to this song its a free flow
She twerk to this song she a freak hoe
She turnt to this song wit her weave on
She gettin ready in the mirror she ready to roll (roll)
I need a book of dedication
I need to book a vacation
These niggas hating but they waiting
Thank god for that separation
See I got never-ending flows, and they never simple
Roll that dope then blow a 'O
I'm stayin' ahead of my goals
But keep actin' like a clown imma paint up they nose
If she wanna play them games told her play with that rose
And I'm getting kinda older, I can't flex my bankrolls
Y'all was actin' like y'all was with me now I flex on y'all hoes
Money dead but it rose
You know friends turn to foes
Yeah he hate, he a pro
He hate he did this before
You act like a bit 'a hoe
When they don't get what they want
You need to get up ya ass
Get that bag and get low (Get that bag)
I was born on this earth, I swear I been here before (Before)
She love my adlib "go", She love when I say "woah"
Nigga free baby, woah
Took over the road on my own
In that purple lambo
Shit look like Piccolo (Woah)
In the bed she show off her tricks
It's like a talent show
Not that I care, lil bro
"Shit you did it?"
I did it years ago
See you ain't met Kaine with the fro'
Back then I woulda robbed you, and yo hoe
But I done learned better lil bro
Its still fuck 12 [?]
She not a hoe no mo'
I can see the glow
Ain't talkin bout BBQ
But [?]
Red dot kinda look like a mole
Real smart how I still got my soul
Even when I was poor I would po'
Still happy when I was down bad broke
Listen to this song its a free flow
She twerk to this song she a freak hoe
She turnt to this song wit her weave on
She gettin ready in the mirror she ready to roll (roll)
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