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An I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas Believe that Yea I hear em making they statements won't get a comment back Hatin, waiting, ain't no debating ain't got no time for that Said I would went out and did it I put my mind to that Pick n choose like to play favorite bitch I ain't blind to that Been out here in motion since huffy schwinns and them diamondbacks Body kitted look like I built the shit for a time attack Never perfect got me some scars and I ain't hiding that Ridin filthy young n im guilty im only tryna stack Bitch I wanna ball ain't tryna maintain Dont wanna win it get out the damn game Couldn't play it fair that's when penalty's and them flags came Blinded by the pussy then jewelry trips and them bags came Fuckin gave her nothin you givin the bitch ya last name Ain't got no enemies cuz as a man they ain't a threat Venting to them hoes when they see me they jus show respect Couldn't beef wit niggas less we came up or it's bout a check Everything I earned I had to take ain't no body let An I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck wit you niggas Lord as my witness keepin distance I ain't trustin you niggas And watch them women they like us mane they be running thru niggas They thought I walked into my chillin era. but this my villain era Murder cold Killin era hurt em no feelin era Find another you but you won't find you one that do it better Top notch hoes gon get the most an might just get the Lester Somewhere in shibuya with a plate sushi and the steak Got a show prolly get there late gotta stop at bape Killin streaming like it was some tapes back in 98 Had a plan and then I made it shake cake take time to bake This the time that we gon see a couple tables turn Stood up on some bridges lit the match and then I let em burn Been knew how to swim but how to fly is somethin that I learned Married to the game but don't forget my boy it's just ya turn Smelling like a leather bag fresh out Chanel Get to finally see what heavens like fresh outta hell Work the left the way I do my right I play it well Had the darkest days and longest nights u couldn't tell The carbon fiber on the lip is new that's just touch I hit the pedal take it to a buck she get a rush you stupid thinking that he satisfied this ain't enough From my envision haven't seen the cusp we goin up Ain't a cloud sun in the sky im feelin blessed again Different taste been gettin fly that ain't what Les be in my paper straight 2 in the ride they turn lesbians I played my role stuck to the script but ain't a thespian A movie but they shot it on film the shit u gotta feel They seen it but it wasn't in them some shit u gotta steal The only bronze up on rims I got the top appeal I'll sell it but it's never on sale I make em shop for real Shirt unbottomed at the top blowin in the breeze The roof is gone she movin fast u kno they love to speed I'm like a legend in the game just ain't make the league Still went got his money selling out them shows overseas Pants hemmed up at the bottom, loafers no socks Everything u see here for real, it ain't no props Neva eased off of that gas, it ain't no stops Shit crack audio dope this be the stove top
Writer(s): Lester Matthews Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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