Writing My Vows

Dadadadada Dadumm Dadadadada Dadumm Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South Chasing money while lil bro in the clouds Trynna get high as a cloud Playing my music so loud She say I belong to the streets, so I'm writing my vows Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South They just let Graylon up outta that cell God gon make sure that the real gon prevail I pray and repent, I'm not going to hell I know they don't wish me well like Lucci All of this pain made me colder than sushi I get wiser as I get older like Master Roshi She covered in green got her feeling like Yoshi Girl you a queen Girl you look good in them jeans We can raw off a bean Eat you for breakfast like hot Jimmy Dean Girl you my lover, this aint Billy Jean Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South Chasing money while lil bro in the clouds Trynna get high as a cloud Playing my music so loud She say I belong to the streets, so I'm writing my vows Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South Pierre up in paradise I'm in Atlanta eating shrimp and calamari fried rice outta Benihana Living lavish sipping Bahama Mama On the grind trynna run up these commas Sending money and prayers to the Bahamas When she go to sleep, she don't wear no pajamas She so fine got that bomb like Osama Told her we should fall in love, then have a baby like Shaun and Asana Give her a kid got her moaning Ohana Smoking this fruit while she eat the banana Let's take a trip out to Florida You not a dime, you a quarter Double that and some I love it when you call me handsome I been putting in work trynna run up these bands You be tying my hands up making them sexy demands Baby you know I'm the man Baby you know I'm the man Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South Chasing money while lil bro in the clouds Trynna get high as a cloud Playing my music so loud She say I belong to the streets, so I'm writing my vows Bro just got out, we don't do nothing for clout Hoe don't be running yo mouth Real street kings from the South