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You know this beat is worth a fucking kilo Trademark Yeah I'm a ball player Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers It's all fun, baby please, we going major Ridin' through LA, feel like I'm the mayor Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper In the back of the party with some slayers Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper Motherfucker out here, I'm a rager Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull, it's gettin' dangerous Baby, this shit will never change us My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh) Ay, pick up the phone we need to talk already Tell my momma we gon' ball already Kill my superstitions I need some restrictions Letras de cancionesGirl you know that hurt my soul (Yeah, yeah) Kill my superstitions I need some restrictions Girl you know that hurt my soul A little bit, but not only a little bit I see you in the back of the car, got a smile on some jealous shit Got a hole inside of my heart, it's so light that I can't even feel this shit (Yeah) Bob the builder, break her back out, girl I'm drillin' it Blink 182 AM, so high and girl I'm feeling this Girl I've been trying to do no run, no I ain't feeling this This world is not my home, it's filled with wickedness And I've been so low, where she thinking this I can barely use my words, I'm not a lyricist Remember aunt called me, aunt called me, and said the realist shit She said "Boy if you ain't dead, you better kill this shit Just promise if you do it, you do it and keep your diligence Your head stay solid, little nigga your family militant." Ohh, if I don't go right, then imma go left I swear I never change, I'm Lil Daij I'm unimpressed You don't like the way I move and shit, I wish that was expressed Should've called back on my phone when I wish I was addressed Hard body, smooth moves, hypnotized now she possessed Tryna go back to that fire in the wild wild west Good morning, wake up you've been sleeping in a fucking mess I get that, can't feel, they're moving all around they can't seem to stay still They're movin' all around I can't kill, I can't kill It's not true what they say, pain kills, pain kills If I go out today, at least I'm going out real Take you out, take you out, take you out, take you out Try me, try me They top of my blood, hope a nigga try me And everybody to see 'em they mean the world to save me (Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em) Lil' bro need a way, he finna go and hold something I told him to use a plan B, but he don't know, I can't tell 'em He said get rich or die trying, I can't even blame an old fella He can't even hang with the guys, so he had to propel 'em They can't even open they eyes to these streets, compel 'em They been out trappin' for days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, who the fuck gon' tell 'em That ain't the way to live my nigga, move right and stay melo Wait, I can't trust a soul, you couldn't save me My family did me dirty how the fuck you finna fake me And beat his ass for talking put his ass on "Say Cheese" Your heart is split in two, my took off, come and change me Bless me, I'm messy yeah, you can never blame me I feel it's sentimental, ain't nobody try to save me Now I'm swerving in that lambo wait, this shit getting spacey And my choppa gettin' nasty, lemme take this bitch off safety How I wake up in the morning, how I wake up in the morning Do you feel me, I know you gotta feel me Banana clip, GG, my shades on like they don't feel me I've been drippin for the last three years, this ain't the real me I've been talkin' multi-million dollar deals, since the little me Gotta shoot me with a god gun, my complex been feelin' me Cause I don't think that man make a fucking gun that can kill me I'm a ball player Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers It's all fun, baby please, we going major Ridin' through LA, feel like I'm the mayor Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper In the back of the party with some slayers Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper Motherfucker out here, I'm a rager Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull, it's gettin' dangerous Baby, this shit will never change us My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh) Hi baby, it's your mommy calling Calling to see what you were doing I know probably At the studio, or still sweeping Just wanted to let you know baby that I'm so very very proud of you And all that you're doing You are a great inspiration to many people And you know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you I was thinking about you And um Mom, let me speak to my brother Hold on, I'm on this voice-mail, he's not answering Call me when you get up Do not be From Letras Mania