Lyrics

Guess it's be the motivation Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been going steady See me in the back I got a Mac I cook it up & eat Watch me wash beat just like some sheets & put the bitch to sleep I grew up in the hood but I'm the letter that be next G I turned it to a latter climbing heights to find a better me Stuntin ain't a thing when you the nigga made the recipe Quality been sold but now I'm bold it be 500 please You talk it like you want it ima spit you out a hundid keys Legendary nigga this ain't none to even fuck off with I been through city getting litty looking for some tittes Shawty got an ass that's coming small I call her itty bitty Bitin on her lips she like a nigga baby come & get me Water down her legs i think the pussy might just jump to see me Put it on yo head you kept it real so why you play with clout? Niggas come with doubt but ain't a drought that we can't make it out Live it like I said in other words no keepin up with me Might just bust ya ass i need my face on top a couple tee's I'm just tryna get it fuck the world a nigga really with it Ducked off doing my thing I got em wondering fuck this nigga dealing? Melt it like a chain the color gold it's leakin from the building Talking bout my body to the point where it can make a million I ain't with the drama or the act so now we playin games? Run it up real fast then take the risk to watch it grow again Yeah I want yo ass but I ain't the type of nigga chasin shit Only thing a nigga like me chasin is these fucking dreams Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been going steady See me in the back I got a Mac I cook it up & eat Watch me wash beat just like some sheets & put the bitch to sleep I grew up in the hood but I'm the letter that be next G I turned it to a latter climbing heights to find a better me Hold on to it baby let me show you how a nigga did it Why they coming wicked? took forever just to stamp my ticket Putting shit to sleep for bout a week bitch I was born ready I can't even speak on none the shit these folks been doing lately Gotta watch yo back & every side these folks be playing games Mental shit a strain it be the lames that wanna stay the same Who am i to blame when I'm the nigga that's gone do his thang Walk it like I talk it miss ya Fred this shit won't never change You ain't gotta get it guess a nigga drinking henny with it Take my time to heal from all this shit my wounds a make a killing Drill it in yo head a nigga on one I became the city Soaring through the clouds you got the back end on some stupid shit Guess it's be the motivation Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
Writer(s): Oprheus Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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