Lyrics

Neva gon lose Roll in the heat, like the middle of June Suppn full up of teeth Wet you up like a pool Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose Now we dumpin the clip They can't get a one up on us Run up get done up, get blood up, or dust Fuck up how we grow up you know it Fuck up how we grow wid no trust Jump in the whip and den floor it Put the glock in the storage Shorty keep texting my phone that she love me But I'm just gon ignore it Most of dem gyal deh be posing I know they not really for me Dammit I'm on to the next one Now she just part of the story I'm tryna ball like I'm Kyrie Leave a legacy like I'm Kobe Niggas they preeing, conspiring Run up you get bun with the iron Neva gon lose Roll in the heat, like the middle of June Suppn full up of teeth Wet you up like a pool Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose Now we dumpin the clip I got some devilish ways But shorty gon stay cause she cannot refrain Chasing a bitch no I cannot relate Imma run up the bread you could keep all the fame The clout don't mean nothin to me Pressure on me made a diamond for real How far he done came now you wouldn't believe Came out the rough made me tougher than steel Bitch I am not one of them If I had before I don't want it again I know what it's like you could give it to him My flow done got cold I'm gon need me a bridge As I get older I'm realizing this I don't need a thing from a friend or of a bitch New shorty to bad, she be bringing me tings She know me so well, I might give her my kids Neva gon lose Roll in the heat, like the middle of June Suppn full up of teeth Wet you up like a pool Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose Now we dumpin the clip You not like we and we not like you We nuh know "i do" Love this game and you know I do 10 mil, mek it den times 2 More dem talk a di more man up 44 man tuck Dat pon waist cause profile up Nuh wah know time up Tell some bwoy seh fi doe size up Doe study me, you nuh know join up Fuck is you, who need love Gun n'ave safety, me doe like trust Doe walk dere if you doe like run Nuh care who wile up Inna mi gun me a trust, me nuh know bout luck More dem talk, move dem bricks Now Louis Vuitton, hundred bricks can't fit the fashion Run dem risk, haffi fit fi a chance Gun dem fit a from pickney mi bad Nuh ramp wid me mi mad Hundred mil weh mi fren dem want, so me sing fi a chance Dawg don't feel me coward, too rich ya now fi go run no remand Money pon dem head just tell me di cost Money pon dem head just tell me di cost Yo a million dreams, wid a million fault Reminisce pon di past, Henny me a sip wid di glass Reminisce pon di past, million dreams, wid a million fault We a hit fi di charts Spain Town, Bad G, Steezy we large Yo Steezy we large, and anyweh we deh we a govan (Strikeforce, boom)
Writer(s): Samuel Zadoc Griesemer, Rushane Williamson, Cyrus Ra, Daniel Simpson, Jacob Martin Spitzer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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