l.o.y. gotta make sum shake şarkı sözleri

I can't play with this shit It's on me Aye Lolo let's go Gotta make (Make) Gotta make sum shake (Sum shake) Harriet Tubman nigga, gotta fuckin' find a way (Find a way) Everyday (Day) gotta make a new play Ricky Bobby nigga, gotta fuckin' shake and bake (Shake and bake) See rims and tint 12, Probably think I'm moving weight (Moving weight) But this shit legit, so let them think what they think Who gives a f*ck? Nigga, f*ck what a hater say (F*ck them) That's why I cut lil buddy off; Kunta Kinte Yea I'm Litty Los, but soon I'ma be stupid lit (Stupid lit) This time last year I was down, on my fuckin' dick This time this year, man I'm up, I'm on my fuckin' shit This time this year, yea I'm up I 'm fuckin' dropping hits It's 2022, yall still beefing 'bout a bitch? (What the f*ck) Litty Los can't beef 'bout no hoe He beefin' bout a hoe, 'cause he can't beef 'bout the dough (Bout the money) Really don't f*ck with niggas, they ain't go stick to the code (Hell nah) Ready to hit the road, get some money off some shows (Off some shows) People I rock with now, soon gonna be my foes (Be my foes) No psychic, but that's just how this shit goes (Nah fr) Soon as I trust a bitch in hell, it will snow (Gotdamn) I wanna girlfriend, hard to find sum ain't been exposed (Ran through) That nigga hot as hell, don't like the way my neck froze (Ice ice) He a monkey lookin' nigga, like welcome to Moes (Monkey Joe's) This shit knock, I'm in the booth bouncing on my toes (On my tippies) I just started rappin' I can hang with da pros (I ain't no rookie) I'ma cash cow, I need to start saying moo (Moo) I rap that hard shit, come to my head up out the blue (Blue) I gotta make this shit shake like a stripper do Yea, she hit the pole Still stacking more than you She threw that ass like left cheek, right cheek She threw that ass like one cheek, now 2 cheek She did it too good, I thought she had 8 cheeks Shawty don't f*ck with thirsty niggas, she f*ck with that money (Wit that money) End of the night She countin' up 50's and them 100's (And them 100's) Thought he was go slide 'Cause he threw all his 100's (What she do) She finessed his ass out his lil fuckin' money She tricked lil homie, he still ain't get no treat (No treat) Look buddy, you a whole motherfuckin' dummy Now she laughing at you with your own damn money Clown ahh nigga (Clown ahh nigga) Gotta make (Make) Gotta make sum shake (Sum shake) Harriet Tubman nigga, gotta fuckin' find a way (Find a way) Everyday (Day) gotta make a new play Ricky Bobby nigga, gotta fuckin' shake and bake (Shake and bake) See rims and tint 12, Probably think I'm moving weight (Moving weight) But this shit legit, so let them think what they think Who gives a f*ck? Nigga, f*ck what a hater say (F*ck them) That's why I cut lil buddy off; Kunta Kinte Yea I'm Litty Los, but soon I'ma be stupid lit (Stupid lit) This time last year I was down, on my fuckin' dick This time this year, man I'm up, I'm on my fuckin' shit This time this year, yea I'm up I 'm fuckin' dropping hits
Sanatçı: L.O.Y.
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