Yea, and this is what I do Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights ? seen him till you seen him, jet life Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights ..you ain't seen him till ya'?yea, fool You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Uh, kush smoke Money clothes hoes Hurry up before that elevator door close This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux Stars in the audience Al Jarreau in the third row Parent guardian to this art for its my baby Lazy eye though watchful Try to play me I spot you Points I prove with my every move Right from the beginning I was right and that was very true This is what I knew Make a fool out of you if we were to duel In a hall playa playin' pool Renegade bitches choose Word to Max Jeux Drop jewels Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do Orange leather in my coupe Carrot soup My women ball word to Sheryl Swoops Minus the hoop she fell through Fell in love with the blue dreamin' Of things she can't have Now she's looking down like she's tryin' to use her ipad Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab But I ain't even have to do it like that Knife work on the track Many will cut and slash At the neck like a sash Blood on my hands Me and my killer band Raw shit killa-gram Eyes spinning ceiling fan You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man Raw shit killa-gram High spinning ceiling fan You ain't seen the man until you seen the man Fool YeaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
