Lyrics

Yeah, Uh Ok Alright Alright Ok Lets Go Yeah Yeah Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Aw yeah I got niggas who be talking right behind back I don't talk a lot, they want the smoke I'll bring the strap On my nigga That's on God And my nigga Man I had stress Riding with a polo down the hill Yeah now I feel a different type of feel Feel like my name shane Nigga always ride dolo Now I do what I want feel like I'm Azaiah Cholo (Aw yeah) Every line that I write is flawless Now I do what I want, it's yours bitch Every time the stress kick in I swear I sip a little wok Every time she talk to me I get right in my box Feel like Roddy Ricch I'm antisocial, but I fuck See I'm tryna blow up nigga send a little luck Where the stress boy? Left that shit behind with that girl boy! On my nigga That's on God And my nigga Man I had stress Riding with a polo down the hill Yeah now I feel a different type of feel Feel like my name shane Nigga always ride dolo Now I do what I want feel like I'm Azaiah Cholo (Aw yeah) Every line that I write is flawless Now I do what I want, it's yours bitch Yeah Yeah Yeah Woah Yeah (Nigga you know what the fuck I'm talking about) We ain't Goin' f- Yeah 60 and a body we ain't see it with the wok Double on my homies they goin ride around the block Yeah Had these niggas up in Seoul Tell them this ain't love This that shit they took out cold Til I burn it out of state Took your bitch we popping now we going on a date Nah I had to lock it Lock up for the way All my homies had it we ain't do it in her face Nah we ain't do it in her face Why Aw yeah!
Writer(s): Karl Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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