Lyrics

Ju-ju- jugg! (Ahmad, yup) Look I'm so up nigga, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor I don't got a hoe, but I got a hater And I told you so that I'd get the paper All my niggas cold, all my niggas blow If he want the smoke he can meet the maker I'm so up Nigga, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor Nigga talkin' shit, money to your mouth I don't fucking speak, you's a fucking dreamer Gotta get that back and get the crew cleaner Do the dash in the coupe speeder(Ou) Do the dash, ten toes Remember I used the have ten hoes They be on my ass tenfold Can't find me like a damn cloak A nigga not wanting no smoke Wet your block, bet a nigga gone float (A nigga gone float) Huh, the wrist is on froze A nigga cold, I'ma buy me a coat Ou, pour up All of my niggas they roll up Most of y'all niggas y'all fold up These niggas fold like fruit roll-up (These niggas be folding like what?) Go beast mode, a young nigga from GCO Don't fuck with niggas We pulling triggers We empty clips then reload, yuh I'm so up nigga, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor I don't got a hoe, but I got a hater And I told you so that I'd get the paper All my niggas cold, all my niggas blow If he want the smoke he can meet the maker I'm so up Nigga, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor Nigga talkin' shit, money to your mouth I don't fucking speak, you's a fucking dreamer Gotta get that back and get the crew cleaner Do the dash in the coupe speeder (Yup) I do not fuck with you bitches Fuck the cuddles and kisses, can't get enough of these riches You think I'm sagging my pants, but I'm just stuffing my britches With these bands, I understand you can't adjust to this living (Ou) Doing a race, I'm hoping they ready They know issa coupe, a no to Andretti's They smellin' the boof, they knowing it's Eddy I ain't showing no pity I'm petty The choppa it shoot like confetti Plus we got the fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti On babies I'm sick, I got rabies I came with heat so don't play me Look I'm so up, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor I don't got a hoe, but I got a hater And I told you so that I'd get the paper All my niggas cold, all my niggas blow If he want the smoke he can meet the maker (Look, yuh) I'm so up Nigga, Neverland. Gotta fly like Peter And the grass green, tryna get it greener They be missing me, I'm the missing piece like a misdemeanor Nigga talkin' shit, money to your mouth I don't fucking speak, you's a fucking dreamer Gotta get that back and get the crew cleaner Do the dash in the coupe speeder (KO) Yuh, yuh
Writer(s): Edwin Keita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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