Oh my god trippsy (trippsy)
(yeah oh no no no no)
(Badadum don't bun-)
(I be getting bread no fun)
Cimor (yeah)
Ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
Gotta do gotta do (yeah yeah)
Just gotta live all this shit gotta do (gotta do)
'Member that I got my beats from YouTube (yeah)
I'm flying high Bitch I fly through the roof (phew)
I'm on the mic Bitch I'm singin' 'bout you
Back on my shit seeing ghosts in my room
Back with my Bitch and shes loving me too
I just hope that you will do (mm)
Yeah ay back in the clouds
I'm with my Bitch she got dick in her mouth
Came in her mouth she's not spitting it out
Back on the songs yeah I'm letting it out
Why you call up my phone like you care 'bout me?
When I know that you jus' wanna yell at me
I remember she said this was meant to be (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah I'm stuck in the darkness (wow)
Feel like Peter Parker (Peter Parker)
That little Bitch she a stalker
That little Bitch gotta block her (gotta block her)
I'm smoking green fo' sho (yeah)
I'm getting money fo' sho (that's fo' sho)
And she call her mommy lil' hoe (oh no)
While she got dick in her tummy fo' sho
Ay ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
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Oh my god trippsy (trippsy)
(yeah oh no no no no)
(Badadum don't bun-)
(I be getting bread no fun)
Cimor (yeah)
Ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
Gotta do gotta do (yeah yeah)
Just gotta live all this shit gotta do (gotta do)
'Member that I got my beats from YouTube (yeah)
I'm flying high Bitch I fly through the roof (phew)
I'm on the mic Bitch I'm singin' 'bout you
Back on my shit seeing ghosts in my room
Back with my Bitch and shes loving me too
I just hope that you will do (mm)
Yeah ay back in the clouds
I'm with my Bitch she got dick in her mouth
Came in her mouth she's not spitting it out
Back on the songs yeah I'm letting it out
Why you call up my phone like you care 'bout me?
When I know that you jus' wanna yell at me
I remember she said this was meant to be (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah I'm stuck in the darkness (wow)
Feel like Peter Parker (Peter Parker)
That little Bitch she a stalker
That little Bitch gotta block her (gotta block her)
I'm smoking green fo' sho (yeah)
I'm getting money fo' sho (that's fo' sho)
And she call her mommy lil' hoe (oh no)
While she got dick in her tummy fo' sho
Ay ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
(yeah oh no no no no)
(Badadum don't bun-)
(I be getting bread no fun)
Cimor (yeah)
Ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
Gotta do gotta do (yeah yeah)
Just gotta live all this shit gotta do (gotta do)
'Member that I got my beats from YouTube (yeah)
I'm flying high Bitch I fly through the roof (phew)
I'm on the mic Bitch I'm singin' 'bout you
Back on my shit seeing ghosts in my room
Back with my Bitch and shes loving me too
I just hope that you will do (mm)
Yeah ay back in the clouds
I'm with my Bitch she got dick in her mouth
Came in her mouth she's not spitting it out
Back on the songs yeah I'm letting it out
Why you call up my phone like you care 'bout me?
When I know that you jus' wanna yell at me
I remember she said this was meant to be (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah I'm stuck in the darkness (wow)
Feel like Peter Parker (Peter Parker)
That little Bitch she a stalker
That little Bitch gotta block her (gotta block her)
I'm smoking green fo' sho (yeah)
I'm getting money fo' sho (that's fo' sho)
And she call her mommy lil' hoe (oh no)
While she got dick in her tummy fo' sho
Ay ay ay ay I be smokin' green for fun (for fun)
I be getting bread don't run (don't run)
Shawty giving love no lust (no lust)
Turn my heart into gold dust (yeah)
'Cause my heart made of gold yeah
I don't f*ck with these hoes yeah
Baby call on my phone yeah
I go large
She hold my dick like a f*cking guitar
I get so high 'till I land up on Mars
Know she miss me cause she gave me her bra
Yeah uh I'm goin' up Bitch I feel like a star (star)
Shawty she tryna f*ck me in her car
Turned 19 gotta live it yeah (gotta live it)
Writer: Bennet Breuer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid