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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pavanta LaQuille Davis
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Lyrics
On my mama cut the drama I go the hardest
Dedicated I'm so self driven to go the farthest
I texted her bae do you miss a nigga
She like hardly
I know I took yo ass for granted but look
I'm sorry
We got this and we have that we feel like Arby's
WaLking around looking like a pound smell like I farted
I'm late wit the gift but I'm on my shit I'll take that tardy
On my mama please cut the drama I go the hardest
Bound to get it by any means
Fat knots in my skinny jeans
Ain't no I up in team
Had a drive for this since fifteen
Dedicated and I'm motivated
The bigger picture I'm anticipating
Dusse in my cup ion drink to get wasted
It ain't easy being greasy like Radric Davis
Sorry for the shit that I put you thru
I was fucked up I was so blue
Without you didn't know what I'd do
Just wished you'd snapped out yo mood
If you ain't fuckin me then I'll play it cool
I'm copasthetic but I can be rude
Sick wit a gift like I got the damn flu
My niggas toting sticks like they trying to play pool
I done leveled up to Batman no more Robin
I'm calling shots like a don gotta don't you try me
These niggas ain't fuckin wit me that's why they so quiet
Watch me take off on you bitches like a rocket
Momma said son just handle yo business but walk in faith
You only my boy no nigga could ever take ya place
It ain't about where you been but where you headed just stay at yo pace
We all wanna win but we should focus on finishing the race
On my mama cut the drama I go the hardest
Dedicated I'm so self driven to go the farthest
I texted her bae do you miss a nigga
She like hardly
I know I took yo ass for granted but look
I'm sorry
We got this and we have that we feel like Arby's
WaLking around looking like a pound smell like I farted
I'm late wit the gift but I'm on my shit I'll take that tardy
On my mama please cut the drama I go the hardest
I'm keeping it real I come wit a deal I go the hardest
I'm talking my shit I feel like Chuck call me Charles Barkley
Look into my eyes you can tell ain no regular artist
Versatile as fuck I aim for the stars load up and cock it
You picked up my heart but you fucked around you ain't dropped it
If I see and I want it I'm gone cop it
I gotta stay up my supporting cast like nigga you got this
Balboa in the booth you can label me as Rocky
Bitch I'm hot like the middle of May
About chips like Pringles and Lays
You want smoke then get blowed like a vape
Banana clips beating my chest like an ape
I got the sauce the juice like some grapes
CDT stick together like tape
Fuck a first take not up for debate
I'm serving it raw just like a steak
Momma said son just handle yo business but walk in faith
You only my boy no nigga could ever take ya place
It ain't about where you been but where you headed just stay at yo pace
We all wanna win but we should focus on finishing the race
On my mama cut the drama I go the hardest
Dedicated I'm so self driven to go the farthest
I texted her bae do you miss a nigga
She like hardly
I know I took yo ass for granted but look
I'm sorry
We got this and we have that we feel like Arby's
Walking around looking like a pound smell like I farted
I'm late wit the gift but I'm on my shit I'll take that tardy
On my mama please cut the drama I go the hardest
Writer(s): Syndicate
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