Maty trump
Sammy adams
Champs league
Bring it back
Matty trump
Sammy adams (Whoo Kid)
Champs league
Motha fucka
Barcelona on bitch, Oh
Lights out
Word on the street is
Money he got plenty
He aint playin
They ain't ready
S***s gon get a little heavy, oh
Beatin up the beat
Early up I call it Breaky
And I'm skatin through the generous
Ridin fast like a (bang bang)
365 day cash flow diet
If I aint doin shows or in the studio I'm dyin'
Buzz that I created make people think I was buyin
I guess these dudes forgot that makin money takes some grindin'
I been doin this for 9 months but I'm sure they know
That I put in more work that you have in like 4, 5 years or so
Can't hear all them haters
Learned a technique couple weeks ago
Middle fingers up bitch
My eyes are closed
Yeah forget
Mr. Stern
Alex (energy)
Oh (Basshead)
Stop time ocho
Taller than you front row
Yellow flag not throw
I'm whack thought so
Hard to take a loss oh
Eyes on picassos
I'm a mile high smokin nuggets in a bronco
Hear me on my junk go all records all gold
Record labels all hos
Talkin to my mom oh
So rude but in interviews a gentlemen
Can't compare me to somethin in the game that's (oh oh)
Uh like me like me
And these bitches mad I care more about my nikes
Stuck off a plane blowin smokes like lee
And these dudes are blown away goin on beats like these (whoo)
Yeah, I call it hip hop dub step
This has not been done yet
Shit that get the club wet
Yeah I'm movin out I got a sub let
Mad I gave the game somethin that they haven't fucked with
Yeah and admit it feels awkward
To not say a word but know that everyone's talkin
Every eye is watchin
Studio locked in
Go and get this off me
Baby failin's not an option
Yeah ironic how I walked in
And if it was the 90's
I'd be blastin in your walk-man
Please, hold the comments I get often
You need to take a breather
Maybe you should take a walk man
Dj cash Maty trump Sammy adams Champs league Bring it back Matty trump Sammy adams (Whoo Kid) Champs league Motha fucka Barcelona on bitch, Oh Lights out Word on the street is Money he got plenty He aint playin They ain't ready S***s gon get a little heavy, oh Beatin up the beat Early up I call it Breaky And I'm skatin through the generous Ridin fast like a (bang bang) 365 day cash flow diet If I aint doin shows or in the studio I'm dyin' Buzz that I created make people think I was buyin I guess these dudes forgot that makin money takes some grindin' I been doin this for 9 months but I'm sure they know That I put in more work that you have in like 4, 5 years or so Can't hear all them haters Learned a technique couple weeks ago Middle fingers up bitch My eyes are closed Yeah forget Mr. Stern Alex (energy) Oh (Basshead) Stop time ocho Taller than you front row Yellow flag not throw I'm whack thought so Hard to take a loss oh Eyes on picassos I'm a mile high smokin nuggets in a bronco Hear me on my junk go all records all gold Record labels all hos Talkin to my mom oh So rude but in interviews a gentlemen Can't compare me to somethin in the game that's (oh oh) Uh like me like me And these bitches mad I care more about my nikes Stuck off a plane blowin smokes like lee And these dudes are blown away goin on beats like these (whoo) Yeah, I call it hip hop dub step This has not been done yet Shit that get the club wet Yeah I'm movin out I got a sub let Mad I gave the game somethin that they haven't fucked with Yeah and admit it feels awkward To not say a word but know that everyone's talkin Every eye is watchin Studio locked in Go and get this off me Baby failin's not an option Yeah ironic how I walked in And if it was the 90's I'd be blastin in your walk-man Please, hold the comments I get often You need to take a breather Maybe you should take a walk man Explain Request ×
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