Hit the gas can I hear the engine runnin no, livin' fast I ain't thinkin bout tomorrow, no Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so. And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go. Uh, tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck. Hear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya. I be on that finger. And even then, that shit is rare-I just don't go outside. On November 18, Goulborne uploaded the cover art for his debut album on his social media, Stokeley, which was released on November 30, 2018.
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid. I'm Madagascar, I'm like king Told her be careful, my drive like limousine And I don't want any if you just like Hennessy Star Wars rifle like ray-beam Watch me spin 360 scope or something Okay like on me blue, uh-huh Like a bruise, uh-huh Better yet, uh-huh, Blue's Clues Bills on me blue, uh-huh Like a bruise, uh-huh Better yet, uh-huh, Blue's Clues Bills on me blue, huh Blue's, huh Better yet, uh, Blue's Clues Bills on me blue, uh-huh Like a bruise, uh-huh Better yet, m-hm, Blue's Clues Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, woah, Nelly Go and that ass like a on my celly Ayy-ayy-ayy, woah, mama Diamonds on me than Griffin's big stomach Stove on me too, uh-huh, old news, uh-huh Cook a nigga, uh-huh, like stew They say my flow that gas burp, you, uh-huh Where I'm going, oh, I your plumes Excuse me don't it Drive yo mama live She gon' on my dick like Jack and Jill on the hill White on me Hill Heard of my gang and them I'mma beat that till it's as Ms. Just talk smack Take the whole meme, and I turnt it to a rap What does that mean? Naw das wack So wat she finna do? Look, its three types of. What i just said, aint it funny How she took and she flipped it to bread, cook fame overnight it could go to ya head, if what you dreaming you was sleeping is now outta the bed Now she laughing yup , getting stopped when you see her out in traffic, yup, gotta a genie with these wishes like Aladain, yup, hit stick on squish like its madden Yup What does that mean? Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuck. Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me.
Just talk smack Take the whole meme, turnt it to a rap yup What does that mean? Tap highlighted lyrics to add Meanings, Special Memories, and Misheard Lyrics. All them hoes in the city don't really love you unless you got some cash. Hill That's all folks, uh-huh, Tunes, uh-huh Mink fur pink like the ass on baboon Like YouWillRegret? And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me Cameras outside my crib. And then remember it takes two people to argue. I don't owe you a. Nah das wack So wat she finna do? But somethin 'bout dude makes bad shit worse.
That's brand new paint nigga don't smudge it. I tried to tell them I was gonna be something they used to look at me and laugh. Do she Really wanna fight? I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout. What i just said, aint it funny How she took and she flipped it to bread, cook fame overnight it could go to ya head, if what u dreaming you was sleeping is now outta the bed Now she laughing yup, getting stopped when you see her out in traffic, yup, gotta a genie with these wishes like aladain, yup, hit stick on squish like its madden What does that mean? Don't fuck with checks so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand. Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit.
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Cash her outside how bout dah? It gets me thinking 'bout incredible moments we've had. Meanwhile, people outside of my blood asking for favors. Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, ha! What does that mean, man shes dope, got the world on sway, she could change a vote, way she talk so cold she might need a coat, got walk wit a drip so her shoes is soaked Catch her outside, you aint ready, one jab have jason way your face is Freddy, got a hook so hot have you limp spaghetti, when it hit go pop, watch it burst confetti, got it locked in so the cops called in The Money balling the way dat it falling. I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to. .
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