Devil naw wan' see me seed species
Capricorn jawn, jawn sum' be easy
I'm at a point gone, gone dumb, dumb frequent
Whenever don done son them be speechless
Ima conquer cons cause them weakness
Niggas can't understand son read Genius
I'm 20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct
20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct, believe that
Like a ex mad, you could key that
If you ain't squad bitch mind y'all business
Care for no broad swear all y'all fishing
New hotline motherfuh who is this
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I could take a great down, call me achilles
A lil' double entendre drawn sickness
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry, who did this?
& Ima keep eating like it's thanksgiving
Word to Thanksgiving missed the last one
Trynna make swiss on top crutons let me break down
That's cheese on top bread now listen
I was trynna Mac with the cheese
Little chick in sand which to me on fleek
Let us spin each other on this paper
Towel, just in case we get a little little messy
When I kick her to the curve
Bitch, f*ck up out my face
You ain't my type baby that's my word
Shit, know your damn place
I swear I keep the ball ball don't drop swiftly
Fiends drop calls drop offs come quickly
Fiends drop calls drop off dawg dawg dawg
Dawg f*ck what they talking, this ain't over
Underrated like a letter noted on a motion pictures
Snapping like turtle sauce dripping
Son of Sam told you I keep hen by the pitcher
I ain't f*cking off, Benjamin f*ck with ya
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I don't need none, none need my lyrics
Shawty love the D, D 89 Pistons, hard
Youngin so fresh swear to God
My shawty she know, Knowles like Jays mistress
Some may say ya boy don't got it on lock
& ones that feel different f*ck with me
Who did this?
Who the f*ck did this?
I tried to tell ya
I tried to tell ya
Y'all can't just be handing this man some beats and expect some shit
Not to pop off
Who the f*ck did this?
I need answers
I need em'
Tragedy
Alpha Mason - Who Did This ? Lyrics
Alpha Mason - Who Did This ? Lyrics
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Devil naw wan' see me seed species
Capricorn jawn, jawn sum' be easy
I'm at a point gone, gone dumb, dumb frequent
Whenever don done son them be speechless
Ima conquer cons cause them weakness
Niggas can't understand son read Genius
I'm 20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct
20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct, believe that
Like a ex mad, you could key that
If you ain't squad bitch mind y'all business
Care for no broad swear all y'all fishing
New hotline motherfuh who is this
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I could take a great down, call me achilles
A lil' double entendre drawn sickness
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry, who did this?
& Ima keep eating like it's thanksgiving
Word to Thanksgiving missed the last one
Trynna make swiss on top crutons let me break down
That's cheese on top bread now listen
I was trynna Mac with the cheese
Little chick in sand which to me on fleek
Let us spin each other on this paper
Towel, just in case we get a little little messy
When I kick her to the curve
Bitch, f*ck up out my face
You ain't my type baby that's my word
Shit, know your damn place
I swear I keep the ball ball don't drop swiftly
Fiends drop calls drop offs come quickly
Fiends drop calls drop off dawg dawg dawg
Dawg f*ck what they talking, this ain't over
Underrated like a letter noted on a motion pictures
Snapping like turtle sauce dripping
Son of Sam told you I keep hen by the pitcher
I ain't f*cking off, Benjamin f*ck with ya
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I don't need none, none need my lyrics
Shawty love the D, D 89 Pistons, hard
Youngin so fresh swear to God
My shawty she know, Knowles like Jays mistress
Some may say ya boy don't got it on lock
& ones that feel different f*ck with me
Who did this?
Who the f*ck did this?
I tried to tell ya
I tried to tell ya
Y'all can't just be handing this man some beats and expect some shit
Not to pop off
Who the f*ck did this?
I need answers
I need em'
Tragedy
Capricorn jawn, jawn sum' be easy
I'm at a point gone, gone dumb, dumb frequent
Whenever don done son them be speechless
Ima conquer cons cause them weakness
Niggas can't understand son read Genius
I'm 20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct
20 sum' thon ain't seen naw precinct, believe that
Like a ex mad, you could key that
If you ain't squad bitch mind y'all business
Care for no broad swear all y'all fishing
New hotline motherfuh who is this
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I could take a great down, call me achilles
A lil' double entendre drawn sickness
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry for this beat, who did this
I'm sorry, who did this?
& Ima keep eating like it's thanksgiving
Word to Thanksgiving missed the last one
Trynna make swiss on top crutons let me break down
That's cheese on top bread now listen
I was trynna Mac with the cheese
Little chick in sand which to me on fleek
Let us spin each other on this paper
Towel, just in case we get a little little messy
When I kick her to the curve
Bitch, f*ck up out my face
You ain't my type baby that's my word
Shit, know your damn place
I swear I keep the ball ball don't drop swiftly
Fiends drop calls drop offs come quickly
Fiends drop calls drop off dawg dawg dawg
Dawg f*ck what they talking, this ain't over
Underrated like a letter noted on a motion pictures
Snapping like turtle sauce dripping
Son of Sam told you I keep hen by the pitcher
I ain't f*cking off, Benjamin f*ck with ya
Word to Allah, ball 45 wizards
I don't need none, none need my lyrics
Shawty love the D, D 89 Pistons, hard
Youngin so fresh swear to God
My shawty she know, Knowles like Jays mistress
Some may say ya boy don't got it on lock
& ones that feel different f*ck with me
Who did this?
Who the f*ck did this?
I tried to tell ya
I tried to tell ya
Y'all can't just be handing this man some beats and expect some shit
Not to pop off
Who the f*ck did this?
I need answers
I need em'
Tragedy
Writer: Tayvon Mason
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid