DYFD (Prod.Sys) #basedfreestyle

LYRICS:

Where you goin, where you goin baby?
walked up in the club with that pole on me,
he can't stay original I'm who he wanna be,
and you know it's fye when yk on the beat,
she say damn I love it when you hold the strap papi,
eu só mato por você mami, 
my gang get ya bitch wet like a tsunami,
only care about the money if it's more for me

I been gone for a week yeah by now it's getting long,
mama getting mad at me she tell me to come home,
I don't give a fuck boy the party goin on,
when I post on ig they blowin up my phone,
when you hear my shit yeah you better lose control,
2k23 yeah you know we finna blow,
they know that desires he ain't never getting old,
shoutout to my bruddas yeah you know we so cold,

I got big shoes bitch and i got flared jeans,
if you questioning my swag you don't know what it means,
I get cheques in shit that you would not believe,
aye don't let me get to talkin bout my piece,
If I up it on this pussy i'm gon squeeze,
boy you know that's truey on my jeans,
I'm too geeked up up off the lean,
if it's bout my bruddas yeah then nothing come between,
What's that on my wrist yeah that's a AP,
I could give a fuck if you do not fuck with me,
I just took my bih shopping and we splash at louis v,
walkin round the city VVS on my teeth,
no I do not know you do not ask me for no feat,
I got money on my mind yeah you know I can't sleep,
wake up get a bag rinse and repeat,
you a hater I don't give a fuck you not better than me,
they see my greatness and you know they following my lead,
it's getting way to hot up here I'm in my white tee,
I could get you gone yeah I could get you delete,
and if I feel alone yeah I pop another bean

Nah I'm fuckin playing sip up on my ice tea,
I'm a pretty boy that's why she like me.
and she pretty titties sittin nicely,
I'm the type of guy to take my girl to Italy,
stay the fuck up out the way lil boy you ain't in my league

Where you goin, where you goin baby?
walked up in the club with that pole on me,
he can't stay original I'm who he wanna be,
and you know it's fye when yk on the beat,
she say damn I love it when you hold the strap papi,
eu só mato por você mami, 
my gang get ya bitch wet like a tsunami,
only care about the money if it's more for me

I been gone for a week yeah by now it's getting long,
mama getting mad at me she tell me to come home,
I don't give a fuck boy the party goin on,
when I post on ig they blowin up my phone

tsunami

Tsunami (YK) ✰ 本物の音楽 ✰ [LYRICS IN DESC]

Ecstasy ✭ {Prod.Ilydima} ✭

Slumped (Prod.@_3rdeyee)

Yokohama

LYRICS: 

Garments on my body you can't get like this,
I cannot stop bossin up until i ice my wrist,
Yuh, you gotta be takin the piss,
Yeah you ain't gettin no money that's it,
I just copped me a new blick,
Boy i knew you was a bitch,
Baby i'm tryna get rich,

She blowin my phone, she wanna have sex, baby tell me what is next, I'm outside wit the gang, and we turnt up yeah we be poppin a x, Maison Margiela my kicks, water my wrist, yeah i got ice on my neck

And i be countin all these bands up, yuh
If they hate they really fans yuh,
And i don't need nobody else,
Did what i did all by myself,
I did this shit all by myself,
I hit the trap and fell in love with the wealth

I don't want these hoes, they not like you,
Me and baby we connect like bluetooth,
Ayo watch out i spent a band up on these shoes,
It feel like 2012 the way i'm rockin all my trues,
2k24 we blowin and there's nothin you can do,
And my gang we got the swag when we comin through,
Shooters reachin for the glock at the spot that's bad news,
Damn they put you on a shirt, that's a clip like YouTube

Garments on my body you can't get like this,
I cannot stop bossin up until i ice my wrist,
Yuh, you gotta be takin the piss,
Yeah you ain't gettin no money that's it,
I just copped me a new blick,
Boy i knew you was a bitch,
Baby i'm tryna get rich,

She blowin my phone, she wanna have sex, baby tell me what is next, I'm outside wit the gang, and we turnt up yeah we be poppin a x, Maison Margiela my kicks, water my wrist yeah i got ice on my neck

And i be countin all these bands up, yuh
If they hate they really fans yuh,
And i don't need nobody else,
Did what i did all by myself,
I did this shit all by myself,
I hit the trap and fell in love with the wealth

Bluetooth [Prod.S1NINJA]

LYRICS:

I be rollin rollin rollin rollin yuh
I be smokin smokin smokin smokin
Bitch I don't see no opponents
Don't play with me boy yeah I told ya
Step to yo block like a soldier
If I link yo bitch then its over
Ride in dat amg this ain't no rover

I jus wake up and I get to the bag
Ain't chasin no bitch I'm chasin these racks
He cloning me cause he want my swag
These hatin ass bitches they goin out sad
I got that overseas all on my fashion
I'm flexin like 10 racks all up on my jacket
Walk in the bank with them stacks and I'm laughing
And the hoes on us cause they know we splashin

Na na na na na na naaa na
Ion wan hear what u talkin about
Ain't you the one dat was runnin yo mouth
Ain't you the one dat was beggin for clout
I call up gang if dat shit goin down
Run in wit shootas they gunnin you down
You won't do shit boy you ain't been around
I keep that fye homie dat shit go boww

Stupid rare shit all up on my body
Hop up out the whip and I'm shootin like scotty
I'm window shoppin might cop a new rarri
I spend some cash and I'll never be sorry
I been in the game I ain't talkin Atari
Oh that's yo girl why the fuck is she on me
I cook a beat like I'm cookin up ramen
Dis ain't no gang lil bro dis shit a army
Finna cop some new v's I ain't talkin gianni
Man I'm too fly how I'm rockin that Marni
She saw the money and told me she love me
Girl I know you a hottie but that shit ain't funny
I'm Sippin on drank this shit hurtin my tummy
Shut the fuck up yeah I'm stackin my money

I be rollin rollin rollin rollin yuh
I be smokin smokin smokin smokin
Bitch I don't see no opponents
Don't play with me boy yeah I told ya
Step to yo block like a soldier
If I link yo bitch then its over
Ride in dat amg this ain't no rover

I jus wake up and I get to the bag
Ain't chasin no bitch I'm chasin these racks
He cloning me cause he want my swag
These hatin ass bitches they goin out sad
I got that overseas all on my fashion
I'm flexin like 10 racks all up on my jacket
Walk in the bank with them stacks and I'm laughing
And the hoes on us cause they know we splashin

Na na na na na na naaa na
Ion wan hear what u talkin about
Ain't you the one dat was runnin yo mouth
Ain't you the one dat was beggin for clout
I call up gang if dat shit goin down
Run in wit shootas they gunnin you down
You won't do shit boy you ain't been around
I keep that fye homie dat shit go boww

I made a band at the show, now I'm gon spend me some cash
I had to stop all the lackin, I put my foot on the gas
She choosing me over you, cause she damn know I'm the best
I look like I'm from Chiraq, cause all I do flex n' finesse

Soja

LYRICS:

I got two choppas in the big body don't push up
Bro just spilled some drink up on my shoes and now I'm tight as fuck
When I step inside the function yeah the whole place show me love
Keep a small circle cause I find it hard to trust
Fuck the bitches that done broke my heart and left me in the dust
I been gettin to the money everyday I ain't gotta bluff
If we make music or that money together then you my blood
Yeah I really been up in this shit for years I'm the plug

Yah yah yah, damn we poppin bottles
Fly straight to Chicago, then catch me in Milano
Life been moving too fast but I stick by the motto
Man I'm sippin in the back with my boy Darrallo

Yah yah yah, I'm ballin too hard
I'm not like who you are
I feel like a all-star
I'm inna fast car, this feel like a nascar
You cannot keep up, you cannot keep u-up

I juh want fast cash, I juh want fat ass
I juh want fat stacks, if she bad I might tap that
I got a new beamer, I juh might crash that
If she got a new man, I juh might crash out
I fuck up the whole spot, juh like it's smackdown
When they hear my music, they like what is that sound
Everyday I'm flexin you know that I cash out
She see how I'm goin up she fuckin with my bands now

I got two choppas in the big body don't push up
Bro just spilled some drink up on my shoes and now I'm tight as fuck
When I step inside the function yeah the whole place show me love
Keep a small circle cause I find it hard to trust
Fuck the bitches that done broke my heart and left me in the dust
I been gettin to the money everyday I ain't gotta bluff
If we make music or that money together then you my blood
Yeah I really been up in this shit for years I'm the plug

Yah yah yah, damn we poppin bottles
Fly straight to Chicago, then catch me in Milano
Life been moving too fast but I stick by the motto
Man I'm sippin in the back with my boy Darrallo

Yah yah yah, I'm ballin too hard
I'm not like who you are
I feel like a all-star
I'm inna fast car, this feel like a nascar
You cannot keep up, you cannot keep u-up

Kash Out

LYRICS:

Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Bitch I love breaking the bank
Alla these bitches they bad, I’m finna pass em to the gang
You know that I got the heat, I’m comin round with a different steez
You know that I gotta eat, I get the cash it ain’t nothin to me
I’m on a whole other court, bitch yeah I’m ballin you not in my league
I juh wan get to the top, I swear one day they gon wait on my leaks
I promise I’m goin up, I’ll drop the tape and then they finna see

Don’t talk about fashion my bro rockin Raf
I keep the stick in the Goyard bag
I fuck on a bad bih, breakin her back
I jump in the pussy and I’m goin ham
I know they wanna know how I get it like that
I pull out the draco that shit go breh breh
I got some sojas they finna attack
Too many snakes they all up in the grass
Alla these garments they came from Japan
You was too scary went straight to the can
Stop talm bout how you started this shit I’m yo dad
Ask anybody you know I’m the man

Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Bitch I love breaking the bank
Alla these bitches they bad, I’m finna pass em to the gang

All the shit that you be on lil bitch i did before
I got too much on my mind I’m finna hit the road
If you fuckin with my mental imma cut you off
Man you know I’m cashin out when i hit the store
I swear nothing stop me when I’m on a fuckin roll
All the bad bitches they be hittin up my phone
Have you ever felt like you is known but you alone

Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Hunnids and hunnids of bands
Bitch I love breaking the bank
Alla these bitches they bad, I’m finna pass em to the gang
You know that I got the heat, I’m comin round with a different steez
You know that I gotta eat, I get the cash it ain’t nothin to me
I’m on a whole other court, bitch yeah I’m ballin you not in my league
I juh wan get to the top, I swear one day they gon wait on my leaks
I promise I’m goin up, I’ll drop the tape and then they finna see

League

LYRICS:

She love the way i run the check up
It ain’t hard to tell bitch that I’m next up
I’m ballin too hard they cant catch up
I Step in the spot and I’m flexxed up
Leave his shirt red like it’s ketchup
You cant shoot I neva let ya
I’m finna pull up with dual berettas
I did it first, and I did it betta

All these lil hoes want me and I know
2k24 bitch yeah I know imma blow
Bitch I be runnin up cash on my phone
I call up my brudda you know he on go

They be like desi how you wild like that
They be like desi how your eyes like that
Bitch cause I’m tired of keepin a breh
But I’m never tired of countin my racks


I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad yeah
I do all all this shit for my squad
Do all this shit for my squad
Might spend a cheque at the mall
You know we know how to ball

I swear dat I do dis shit different
In a drop top got the roof missin
When I shoot bitch I hit wit precision
You ain’t know me then you must be trippin
When we at the show yeah the speakers they hittin
Ridin round town with my muh fuckin twinny
I pour some liquor all up on her titties
If you talkin shit we pull up to your city

She love the way i run the check up
It ain’t hard to tell bitch that I’m next up
I’m ballin too hard they cant catch up
I Step in the spot and I’m flexxed up
Leave his shirt red like it’s ketchup
You cant shoot I neva let ya
I’m finna pull up with dual berettas
I did it first, and I did it betta

All these lil hoes want me and I know
2k24 bitch yeah I know imma blow
Bitch I be runnin up cash on my phone
I call up my brudda you know he on go

They be like desi how you wild like that
They be like desi how your eyes like that
Bitch cause I’m tired of keepin a breh
But I’m never tired of countin my racks


I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad
I do all this shit for my squad yeah
I do all all this shit for my squad
Do all this shit for my squad
Might spend a cheque at the mall
You know we know how to ball

First Class

LYRICS: 

Talk, Talk to me girl
Baby tell me what I wanna hear
Rock, Rock with me girl
Damn the way you lookin at me so real
Ain’t nobody like me in the world
Ain’t nobody like me in the world
And you know I get geeked like a nerd
You get inspired by the way I got the work 
Yeah, I create the wave and watch em surf yeah
If you ain’t get it maybe one day you gon learn
Wake up in the morning how much can I earn
I be gettin too much money now they concerned
I’m really bossin up my life it took a big turn
Money cars and the houses getting bigger
Why you hatin on me you ain’t in the picture
I know you went to the bank and made a return

I dropped two racks just to look like this
They up in my comments askin how I’m doing it
Life really ain’t that hard you gotta take a risk
I stay true to this shit cause I’m passionate
I only gotta push start when I’m in the whip
And yo party fuckin lame that’s why I missed it
How you tryna flex on me without the digits
Man it’s 2am and I’m makin big hits

I’m bout it yeah, I’m bout it yeah, I’m bout it yeah yeah
Rock yo body, Rock yo body, Rock yo body yeah yeah
Rock that, Rock that, Rock that body for me
Rock that, Rock that, Rock that body for me

Talk, Talk to me girl
Baby tell me what I wanna hear
Rock, Rock with me girl
Damn the way you lookin at me so real
Ain’t nobody like me in the world
Ain’t nobody like me in the world
And you know I get geeked like a nerd
You get inspired by the way I got the work 
Yeah, I create the wave and watch em surf yeah
If you ain’t get it maybe one day you gon learn
Wake up in the morning how much can I earn
I be gettin too much money now they concerned
I’m really bossin up my life it took a big turn
Money cars and the houses getting bigger
Why you hatin on me you ain’t in the picture
I know you went to the bank and made a return

Rock that, Rock that, Rock that body for me
Rock that, Rock that, Rock that body for me

Talk 2 Me

Ride

Get Money Music

LYRICS:

Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah

Yeah I'm walkin' round
And my pockets fat, but I'm tryna get em' fatta
All my clothing black-out
Windows tinted black-out
Don't make me pull the mac out
This bitch she tryna act out
Smokin' za but I won't pass out
I'm tryna see you pull some racks out
Bae I'm tryna see you drop that ass down

I'm a real money getta, Real trend setta
She told me that she love the way I tote on my beretta
Everything you said you did, yeah I swear I did it better
That's yo hoe she want my kids, yeah she know I get it wetter
Yeah I'm tired of where I be, yeah I'm really gettin' fed up
I ain't in this shit for clout, bitch I'm in this shit foreva
We just hit the sweetest lick and then spent two bands on a sweater
Rockstar lifestyle, we ball out and we get cheddar

Huhhhh, Huhhh, Huhhhh, Huhhh

Man I love my gang wouldn't switch up for the world
Put yo hands up on my chain and then you finna leave the earth
I can't give second chances, can't give time that you not worth
Guarantee nobody doin' what I do cause I'm the first

Yeah I'm walkin' round
And my pockets fat, but I'm tryna get em' fatta
All my clothing black-out
Windows tinted black-out
Don't make me pull the mac out
This bitch she tryna act out
Smokin' za but I won't pass out
I'm tryna see you pull some racks out
Bae I'm tryna see you drop that ass down

I'm a real money getta, Real trend setta
She told me that she love the way I tote on my beretta
Everything you said you did, yeah I swear I did it better
That's yo hoe she want my kids, yeah she know I get it wetter
Yeah I'm tired of where I be, yeah I'm really gettin' fed up
I ain't in this shit for clout, bitch I'm in this shit foreva
We just hit the sweetest lick and then spent two bands on a sweater

Trend Setta (Prod.Speny + Wydmichi)

LYRICS:

If you try and fuck with me you get exposed bitch
I been ballin way to hard boy you know dis
Imma pullup on yo block and imma blow bitch
We get turnt up in the party I tell all the hoes to throw it

Throw it, what throw it
Ion really give a fuck just throw it
throw it, what throw it
Everybody in this bitch throw it

They all fuck with desi they know he the coldest
We been one up on you if you haven’t noticed
Steady getting to the top I been focused
They try hit my line and learn about the motion
Hella hunnids all blue like the ocean,
Let me up on any beat and I be flowing

Took a flight I forgot where I’m going
My brudda finna slide for me the whip is stolen
I was made for this shit I was chosen
I was made for this shit haahhhhh

If you try and fuck with me you get exposed bitch
I been ballin way to hard boy you know dis
Imma pullup on yo block and imma blow bitch
We get turnt up in the party i tell all the hoes to throw it

Throw it, what throw it
Ion really give a fuck just throw it
Throw it, what throw it
Everybody in this bitch throw it

They all fuck with desi they know he the coldest
We been one up on you if you haven’t noticed
Steady getting to the top I been focused
They try hit my line and learn about the motion
Hella hunnids all blue like the ocean
Let me up on any beat and I be flowing

Throw it, what throw it
Everybody in this bitch throw it

THROW IT (Prod.YK + Night66)

[LYRICS]

True religion jeans pockets full of fuckin cash hoe
I feel way too high don't think I'm stickin to the motto
Gotta bad Latina bitch and she look like a model
I Need me a foreign put dat bitch on Forgiatos
I gotta stay true so I'm fly when I pop out
Bitch I got some love for the money so I ball out
She told me that she love me and the way that I talk now
Cop some Robins and Margielas imma buy the whole mall out

4 by 4 when I hop in that jeep,
You gotta be dumb if you fuckin with me,
Tryna get me that mansion ain't copping no lease
It's like yo bitch sayin prayers to the dick on her knees

I feel jus like La bitch I think I need some more
Rockin Pelle Pelle this that shit you can't afford
You still in a beater while I pull off in my porsche
I remember tryna get some cash I jumped up off the porch,
If you tryna play with fye best believe you gettin' torched
This a real expensive carpet leave yo shoes up at the door

True religion jeans pockets full of fuckin cash hoe
I feel way too high don't think I'm stickin to the motto
Gotta bad Latina bitch and she look like a model
I Need me a foreign put dat bitch on Forgiatos
I gotta stay true so I'm fly when I pop out
Bitch I got some love for the money so I ball out
She told me that she love me and the way that I talk now
Cop some Robins and Margielas imma buy the whole mall out

Smoking this loud bitch this shit got me fried
I been through pain that you cannot describe
I get that money that's why I'm outside,
That's why every time bitch you damn see me I'm fly
You not a soja if you do not ride
We gon' come take ya bitch like a thief in the night
He think he commanding I'm taking his stripes
I'm so out my face man I sip dirty sprite

true religion

True Religion (Prod Me)

guala

Guala

bitin

Bitin (ft.Tekari)

[LYRICS]

Off two cups of henny at the party
And she wanna get naughty
I could fuck you make you feel it through your body
And they all want you girl I swear that you a hottie

It's like 3am and you just wanna call me
Baby it ain't hard to tell when you want me
If you ain't talking money that's where you lost me
When we do it she say boy don't do it slowly

Open your legs for me baby 
Ooh girl I know I'm gon' drive you crazy
It's just you and me and we got time to burn 
I wanna make you feel like you deserve it
I can't sit here and just stare you down
Cause' there ain't no fun in that 
Cause' you look too pretty yes 

She a bad bitch she don't even got to work
And she stay fly from her heels to her purse
She miss independent trade the mini for the merc
I could take you out for dinner and then have you for dessert

Throw it back and tell me who that shit belongs to
Everyday I'm praying I don't make the wrong move
Baby there ain't a secret I ain't never told you
At the end of the night all I wanna do is hold you

(Ooh girl, Ooh girl, Ooh girl, Ooh girl)

Off two cups of henny at the party
And she wanna get naughty
I could fuck you make you feel it through your body
And they all want you girl I swear that you a hottie

It's like 3am and you just wanna call me
Baby it ain't hard to tell when you want me
If you ain't talking money that's where you lost me
When we do it she say boy don't do it slowly

Open your legs for me baby 
Ooh girl I know I'm gon' drive you crazy
It's just you and me and we got time to burn 
I wanna make you feel like you deserve it
I can't sit here and just stare you down
Cause' there ain't no fun in that 
Cause' you look too pretty yes 

She a bad bitch she don't even got to work
And she stay fly from her heels to her purse
She miss independent trade the mini for the merc
I could take you out for dinner and then have you for dessert




Hottie

Hottie (Settimio)

LYRICS:

High fashion what I’m on,
I done shit I can’t condone,
When I needed you the most you left me all by my lone
You a muh fuckin snake bih don’t you hit my phone,
Don’t you hit my phone,
Don’t you hit my phone,
I’m so out my face bitch ion know where I’m goin,
Ion know where I’m goin,
Ion know where I’m goin,

I got sticks you ain’t never fuckin’ seen,
Got the fuckin’ glock and it came with the beam,
I’d die bout my brother yeah this draco sweep the scene,
Peeping with my third eye there ain’t a thing that I can’t see
I just walked inside this bitch I’m rocking shit they can’t believe
Thumbin’ so hard my hands start to bleed

I’m on the highway,
I’m on different gas,
In that AMG lil’ bitch you know I’m going fast,
And she got a slim waist with a fat ass,
Imma pull-up on this bitch and then I’m finna blast

High fashion what I’m on,
I done shit I can’t condone,
When I needed you the most you left me all by my lone
You a muh fuckin snake bih don’t you hit my phone,
Don’t you hit my phone,
Don’t you hit my phone,
I’m so out my face bitch ion know where I’m goin,
Ion know where I’m goin,
Ion know where I’m goin,

I got sticks you ain’t never fuckin’ seen,
Got the fuckin’ glock and it came with the beam,
I’d die bout my brother yeah this draco sweep the scene,
Peeping with my third eye there ain’t a thing that I can’t see
I just walked inside this bitch I’m rocking shit they can’t believe
Thumbin’ so hard my hands start to bleed

When they book me for a fuckin’ show I turn up all night,
Steady tryna clone me pussy you can’t even walk right,
I can’t never fake about my bands bitch they all mine
Ooh-ooh don’t you worry bout’ a thing we gon’ be alright

Gotta make it I give it my all man,
I’m tryna do it the right way,
You know my swag off the wall man,
I just be dripping in Balmain


In Da Rear (Byttt)

LYRICS:

Where the fuck, where the fuck, where the fuck my stick at
I got fans across the world I’m like damn I did that
I can’t wait until I blow I just wait and sit back
I give you a runny nose choppa got some kickback

Get that cheese, get that cheese ain’t no macaroni
Yeah they try and steal the swag but they stay below me
Only reason that they hating on you cause you glowing
I just walked up in the spot I got hella bands on me

I love high fashion (yeah, yeah)
I wanna keep flexing (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna fuck up on your best friend baby
All these damn drugs yeah they got me going crazy

You can’t stand the rain
You can’t stand the rain
You can’t stand the rain
You can’t stand the rain
I can never change
I been through the pain
I been through the pain
I can never change

These Rick Owen’s jeans took em’ to the rave and fucked em’ up
Jump inside the club and you know I’m drunk as fuck
I might pop a X before the show to turn me up
And she lookin’ fine so I tell that bih wassup

Where the fuck, where the fuck, where the fuck my stick at
I got fans across the world I’m like damn I did that
I can’t wait until I blow I just wait and sit back
I give you a runny nose choppa got some kickback

Get that cheese, get that cheese ain’t no macaroni
Yeah they try and steal the swag but they stay below me
Only reason that they hating on you cause you glowing
I just walked up in the spot I got hella bands on me


Turn Me Up

LYRICS:

Woke up overseas I don’t know where I’m at
I know she love me yeah she fuckin’ with my swag
Margiela kicks fur coat I brought it back
Yeah they see me blowin’ up that’s why they mad
Man this shit too hot the dj run it back
Rollin up the blunt but I could never pass now
I can’t stop for 12 this foreign way too fast
You was hating so I left you in the past
Imma slide up in that range all black yo
We got choppas we got K’s I’m finna blast
They taking pictures when I’m hoppin’ out that van
She wanna love me but I know that shit won’t last

So baby shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Take it, take it, take it, take it

Baby you a bad bitch and you know it
I know that Don Julio will make you throw it
Baby come and show me love when I pour it
Good gas yeah you know thats what I’m blowin’
She blew a kiss and now I don’t know where we going
Don’t just tell me that you want me baby show it
Getting racks everyday keep me
going

Woke up overseas I don’t know where I’m at
I know she love me yeah she fuckin’ with my swag
Margiela kicks fur coat I brought it back
Yeah they see me blowin’ up that’s why they mad
Man this shit too hot the dj run it back
Rollin up the blunt but I could never pass now
I can’t stop for 12 this foreign way too fast
You was hating so I left you in the past
Imma slide up in that range all black yo
We got choppas we got K’s I’m finna blast
They taking pictures when I’m hoppin’ out that van
She wanna love me but I know that shit won’t last

So baby shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Take it, take it, take it, take it

Ooh girl you the flyest in the room yeah
Ooh girl you the baddest in the world yeah
Ooh girl you the flyest in the room yeah
Ooh girl you the baddest in the world yeah

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