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I got a day for these millies Let's meet to my dreams watch my income pop a wheelie Silly all this contraband it takes to make a killing Even know the feeling maybe half a pill until your feelings I mean wishing on a star wasn't free And my mom spends two beers had us moving back in ease It's slight work of nice perk take above your seat I mean what's a tree without the leaves ,I'm falling nigga They throwing shame like a modern nigga I try to aly yaly you but I'm no clipper The fans say I'm cold like a devil winter So you can understand why I got a temper I'm heated, partially conceded Falling back home ol' LeBron no receit in Curse says a fetus my blessing's moving slow But my name's like your girl guaranteed is gonna blow I said Clap for him Clap for clap Clap for clap I said Clap for him Clap for clap Clap for me now I said Letras de cancionesAhhhh ahhh ahhh Now clap your hands Now clap your hands Now clap your hands I said Ahhhh ahhh ahhh Now clap your hands Clap for him Clap for him In the motel 6 Dreaming of a wish I've been working ever since Excuse me for this struggle and my truth of content I just feel I'm beyond this while these others just pretend Before you skip my song ye he say he ain't lyrical Homie I spit miracles your ass just ain't spiritual College kids need me like milk needs cereal Highlight my verses say I'm fucking biblical Moses to these stain now they fear off life Kemble with the devil running 7's on my dice Homeless been broke on my soul don't have a price So if you dare to ask me I just say I live twice Something like Jesus with my fans in the van like the fam Much love to my working mexicans Only got one shot I'll be damned not to bust You would think I had a gun Oh now wait I got the hands on Clap for him Clap for him Clap for him Clap for him Clap for him Clap for him Now clap your hands Now clap your hands Now clap your hands I said Ahhhh ahhh ahhh Now clap your hands Clap for him Clap for him And they said, would you ever come lame When Daryl got killed yeah that might be the day 'Cause you ain't in my face you can't recognize my change Where I head with on my boss boss caught that cold case Getting lifted I ain't got time for no inner mission I'ma need this soul short to speak my whole mission Missionary like a mormon with too many women They in love with the D that's in composition Block block block block block what they yelling now Knock it knock yeah the eviction's on my house What they yelling now The dreaming was a drug guess I need rehab In need of high fives tired of these low hands I'm high of life and this dealer is an ass If we come too fast we call that baby Lohan She say that I do too much and I drink too bad I need that real housewife and not that TV shit How the hell you can't keep her on a ring And how you want a love story but can't sing They say they put my best for em and then I stop The only right ya my hood is musical half ops And yeah I used to ball but too money for a shot Now I do the music for the niggers living by the rock No this is my patience is running up Living out my mamma's house Even worse I've been sexing all these girls on the couch I should go to hell, damn Oh Lord get a blessing from the liquor store You can tell me now we good You can tell me now we good Wanna shout for my people that can't score Wanna shout for my people that don't care From Letras Mania