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I need a lil trip to Jamaica I'm getting kinda tired of my neighbors Every dime that I make I make sitting on my ass i ain't doing no labor And I'm doing this shit on my own The fuck is a label You niggas need help just call em disabled A pillow came through in the mail and I broke it down on the table He said he want a free verse Boy I'm not able I'm losing my top and I'm feeling unstable I need me a come up i'm pulling a caper I made a move and the odds in my favor I switched it up and I gave em some flavor Money too long my pockets be draping Turn up the hustle I can't get complacent The smell of new money i'm loving the fragrance I den came up from the bottom I don't wanna hear shit when I start balling I hang up on you if the paper is calling It's part of the game my nigga just charge it Gas in my wood boy it smell like I farted Crib on some acres I'm tryna live largely I need some migos to keep up the garden Ion know what he did but this beat is too gnarly I'm walking this bitch and I'm just getting started This bitch is retarded Tryna bail out the scene but the hoes is on meat We getting bombarded I can slide by myself but if it's me and Leek You can call us the Hardys Anyone of my niggas they step on the beat Bmdub is the hardest I need a lil trip to Jamaica I'm getting kinda tired of my neighbors Every dime that I make I make sitting on my ass i ain't doing no labor And I'm doing this shit on my own The fuck is a label You niggas need help just call em disabled A pillow came through in the mail and I broke it down on the table I know some niggas with dog food And I got a bitch she in law school But her mama a lawyer so I catch a case Best believe that i'm cool Send her the bread and be on my way to the studio I need another nuke The fuck is a jam like herb going spam to a lamb And you won't see me in a can It's mud in my drank Cup in my hand while i head to the bank Love the big bodies might get me a tank King of the Hill nice to meet you i'm Hank And I got a friend and his last name is Frank Ben frank got a cousin she called the swiss franc Overseas money I need it A tour out the states undefeated She saying Hallo when I'm greeted and she got an accent I told her repeat it I'm loving the way that I'm treated Whispered in my ear and she told me she leaking She want a nigga to beat it So i took her to pound town and nut on her cleavage I need a lil trip to Jamaica I'm getting kinda tired of my neighbors Every dime that I make I make sitting on my ass i ain't doing no labor And I'm doing this shit on my own The fuck is a label You niggas need help just call em disabled A pillow came through in the mail and I broke it down on the table
Writer(s): Corry Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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