b. picasso cut the net şarkı sözleri

Yeah Boss status when I step up in a building I'm from MD so I'm balling on 'em Juan Dixon My haters my sons My haters my children These Cartier frames enhance my vision Bad bitch gimme chin gimme chin like Crimson Ima sprout in her mouth Zack and Cody I'm Dylan And the Porsche like Wayne cause it came with no ceilings The way i'm balling on 'em Ima cut the net 'n take a pic with it I'm the goat but I'm the farmer Cause I always keep a chick with me She don't got no goals hell no I'm not kicking Ima shoot my shot and turn away Cause I'm hitting it I ain't worried about him Tell that boy he's missing it Speed limit say 60 140 I'm risking it Gabby Doug' with the bag Get the cash I'm flipping it Penthouse 12 cars In LA I can vision it Nigga you a bitch Uh Corvette Corvette You a little baby boy I should call you Yvette Bad bitch from the Bronx Make me feel like Offset I've been dressing real clean Ralph Lauren vinaigrette And I'm always 'bout my green Call me Kevin Garnett You can mark it as a promise anytime I send a threat I want a blacked out peanut butter in Maybach Earrings ice cubes like are we there yet If you act 50 Ima go ghost like Tommy She wet she wet super wet like Dasani It's really hard to choose Brittany or Imani And I'm 'bout my paper Never fold like origami I'm balling on you little rookie niggas Stop fouling Eyes Yao Ming Me and Worldwide like Siamese 5 blunts later now my eyes look Chinese I'm a dog but I beat the pussy up have her howling I look clean Baby what you mean I could hold the door open for you You can leave I can't name one person in this world that I need These niggas Colin- Cap take a knee And he think he better than me Ima have to disagree And I feel like Triple H Hit 'em with a pedigree I got a cold heart so I told her fall back Spring Ima worldwide boy come live out your dreams We not the same you stayed the same And I got better Outside matte black And the inside leather Bad Boujie lil dime and she came real yellow Whatever You could get up off my cellular I got dreams fans Screamin' at Coachella And my niggas make it rain I hope you came with umbrella L-A L-A Aye Stepback green 3 with a clean fadeaway The way I'm balling on 'em Ima cut the net 'n take a pic with it I'm the goat but I'm the farmer Cause I always keep a chick with me She don't got no goals hell no I'm not kicking Ima shoot my shot and turn away Cause I'm hitting it I ain't worried about him Tell that boy he's missing it Speed limit say 60 140 I'm risking it Gabby Doug' with the bag Get the cash I'm flipping it Penthouse 12 cars In LA I can vision it I look clean Baby what you mean I could hold the door open for you You can leave I can't name one person in this world that I need These niggas Colin- Cap take a knee And he think he better than me Ima have to disagree And I feel like Triple H Hit 'em with a pedigree I got a cold heart so I told her fall back Spring Ima worldwide boy come live out your dreams Me and Que just went to Space
Sanatçı: B. Picasso
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 2:15
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
B. Picasso hakkında bilgi girilmemiş.

Fotoğrafı