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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamarik Marquez Pope
Tamarik Marquez Pope
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Lyrics

I'm fly like a feather and cold like the weather And I'm wit my dawg so you know how I'm flocking Getting this money can't help how I pop shit Walk-in this building they know I got options Ima hop the pussy like I'm in a mosh pit They know who get it these niggas be flodgin They want me to fail they want me to stop it but fuck being humble I ain't never been modest I seen how you coming No you can't take nun from me Tried to play me like I was dummy Get a new bitch put dick in her stomach Got cramps in my fingers from counting these Hunids (these hunids) If you not getting money my nigga you bummy Yea Yea Yeaaaaa She love it when I talk my shit But I only love her when she suck dick Remember them days I was hopping over fence I ain't had shit but a pocket full of lent Now I'm turning up Money well spent Taxing so hard they thought they was skimped Went through hard times make nigga wanna give in I be so high I be fly like pigeon Yea Yea I be so high I be fly like a pigeon Smoking on strong I ain't smoke no midget yuh Tell nigga back back Nigga before I flash out Get me in that mood and I might just crash out All of my hoes they should be friends now Cause they know im winning i swear that it hands down Got no time for no bitch no Time for no hoe Getting these digits got too much dough They pass me the ball they know ima score
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