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(الألبوم: Black Sheep 4 - 2019)


Off that vanity
With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity
I'm stoned in Los Angeles, where bitches lose they sanity
With choppers cause calamity, yeah

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Check inside my pocket, I'm a walking bidness man (man)
Looking at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winning, they gon' talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy)

Bitch, I'm turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from bitches
I'm turned up, feeling large, y'all fuck boys don't try no shit
That victory mirage, it's not real life, I'll fry your shit
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I'm knocking my list off
Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I'm pissed off
Bitch, I got scars, they don't want me in charge
We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street, thought they'd seen a shooting star
That's just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket, I'm a walking bidness man (man)
Looking at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winning, people talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy)

Show up after shows, who brought these hoes to the lobby?
I showed up on the harley, turn this hotel to a party
Know shawty think she in love when she get to popping molly
Can't say that shit back, I'm sorry, we get drugs in by the dolly
I'm too lit, I'm too pit, I'm too turned up with my clique
I'm too real to be arguing with y'all, beefing 'bout a bitch
I'm too focused on myself, that's why I'm on a winning spree
I'm too drunk, too monogamous, in love with hennessy, yeah
And my bitch so bad, she got big booty, remedy, hey
Skrt off in the foreign car, that drive serenity, yeah
One time this lil thotty sucked me, used too many teeth, yeah
Had to kick that lil hoe out the damn vicinity
Go for infinity, my flow more than the legs on centipede
Keep it one century, can't talk 'bout real ones and not mention me
Ben Franklin mentored me, and got sent for me, drive in my bentley
They can't stop what's meant to be, I'm turned up like I'm meant to be

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket, I'm a walking bidness man (man)
Looking at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (ayy)
When you winning, people talk that shit, don't give a damn (damn)

Turned up, on a bitch, like I'm postal
Postal, yeah, call that, call that going postal
Turned up, on a bitch (ayy), like I'm postal
Yeah, fuck, call that going postal

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