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Yeah, hol' up (woah, woah, woah) Holy (yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit 'em with the ooh ahh, they call me Gritz Dyllie through the lob, ' Fore they hit the blitz Had 'em mortified now they call me Rick Movin' through dimensions, Hol' up let me switch Me and all the fakin never seem to click Daddy Taught me how to make the money quick Never touched a kilo, We was layin' bricks Couldn't lift the hammer, now I'm making hits ( Woah) I don't dance, I just sway Young boy, But the flow 38 I don't dance, no way Talk to God, He said boy you in the way Nah homie, let me glow right now (woah, Woah, woah) Nah homie, let me glow (woah, woah, woah) Nah homie, Let me glow glow glow glow glow glow Nah Homie, let me glow glow glow glow glow glow Okay this a thing that I struggle with I want you to see my Accomplishments I guess I'm a feen for the compliments And if I ever Fall off, please no comments, No no comments But look at me My bank account straight, My momma bills paid And just the other day, Dropped a song with Lecrae If anybody ask, I just say I'm doing great Show you everything I got just to hide What I ain't That's content What's the reason why I do this, I forget I had someone tell me I would never be nothin' That's the Day I lost my confidence Mmm uh-uh, let's pretend I don't dance, I just sway Young boy, but the flow 38 I don't dance, No way Talk to God, he said boy you in the way Nah homie, Let me Ay mijo, ese orgullo no te va llevar a nada bueno. Recuerda que el que se exalta será Humillado y el que se humillare será exaltado
Writer(s): Jraul Garcia, Aaron Gomez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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