My Favorite rappers some goats
Cole, Drake
Wayne
Still
Sometimes I got smoke a backwood
To get in my feels
This lil momma got a fat ass
I know it ain't real
Because she grew up in a time
Where buyin plastics is real
And poppin pills is what trill
And f*cking niggas that still
Owing child support to they Baby Mommas
Man they love all of that drama
Make a script and then they start to film
White people laughing at us
Man like look at them
Bet B.E.T gone pick it up
Garbage bag bitches
They throw em in lamb trucks
And you know it's all rented
Cuz these hoes be broke as f*ck
Talkin bout I need a nigga
Like 6'5 With brown eyes
And he got cheese, steak , lobster
Yea all the sides
One thing I noticed
That these hoes
Don't know no compromise
She making demands
But she can't even pay for a ride
You want A 6'6 nigga
Bout you came fun size
She wanna go out to eat
Can't pay for her fries
She wanna go on vacation
Can't even pay for her slides
She wanna be real famous
Make up middle name Now she go by "Ceradi"
Start a IG booking in the bio snap on the side
And in the DMs they slide
Start yo new career
You taking pics all on a island
Every rapper show you in the front
And you be wildin
Dancing all on tables
F*ck for doe and you don't hide it
I just remain quiet
Damn
All this real shit that I'm spittin man it's coming from my soul
Yea
I know a lot hoes prolly already changed the song like the f*ck does he know
Man all this real shi that I'm spitting man I came up on my own
Real shit Every now and then I window shop at Stores where I don't go
Like Fake ass nigga
Oh you a drop a tape and think that you got some fame ass nigga
I'm the type to wait until I get some change slash interest
My bm made me vision board now I stay on Pinterest
My light shine and that's endless
Can't rock wit niggas that make decisions off they feelings
Can't Fck wit bitches that get spiteful and switch they feelings
I fell in love twice and now I got that third time feeling
My culture in a toxic time I think we need some healing
Uh
All this shi I'm spitting
Really coming from my soul
I bet niggas listening hating
Like man that ain't my bro
But I know you nigga
Man
This shi I'm really spitting
Man I came up on my own
Iammsuzy
VaCay
The kid
You know
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My Favorite rappers some goats
Cole, Drake
Wayne
Still
Sometimes I got smoke a backwood
To get in my feels
This lil momma got a fat ass
I know it ain't real
Because she grew up in a time
Where buyin plastics is real
And poppin pills is what trill
And f*cking niggas that still
Owing child support to they Baby Mommas
Man they love all of that drama
Make a script and then they start to film
White people laughing at us
Man like look at them
Bet B.E.T gone pick it up
Garbage bag bitches
They throw em in lamb trucks
And you know it's all rented
Cuz these hoes be broke as f*ck
Talkin bout I need a nigga
Like 6'5 With brown eyes
And he got cheese, steak , lobster
Yea all the sides
One thing I noticed
That these hoes
Don't know no compromise
She making demands
But she can't even pay for a ride
You want A 6'6 nigga
Bout you came fun size
She wanna go out to eat
Can't pay for her fries
She wanna go on vacation
Can't even pay for her slides
She wanna be real famous
Make up middle name Now she go by "Ceradi"
Start a IG booking in the bio snap on the side
And in the DMs they slide
Start yo new career
You taking pics all on a island
Every rapper show you in the front
And you be wildin
Dancing all on tables
F*ck for doe and you don't hide it
I just remain quiet
Damn
All this real shit that I'm spittin man it's coming from my soul
Yea
I know a lot hoes prolly already changed the song like the f*ck does he know
Man all this real shi that I'm spitting man I came up on my own
Real shit Every now and then I window shop at Stores where I don't go
Like Fake ass nigga
Oh you a drop a tape and think that you got some fame ass nigga
I'm the type to wait until I get some change slash interest
My bm made me vision board now I stay on Pinterest
My light shine and that's endless
Can't rock wit niggas that make decisions off they feelings
Can't Fck wit bitches that get spiteful and switch they feelings
I fell in love twice and now I got that third time feeling
My culture in a toxic time I think we need some healing
Uh
All this shi I'm spitting
Really coming from my soul
I bet niggas listening hating
Like man that ain't my bro
But I know you nigga
Man
This shi I'm really spitting
Man I came up on my own
Iammsuzy
VaCay
The kid
You know
Cole, Drake
Wayne
Still
Sometimes I got smoke a backwood
To get in my feels
This lil momma got a fat ass
I know it ain't real
Because she grew up in a time
Where buyin plastics is real
And poppin pills is what trill
And f*cking niggas that still
Owing child support to they Baby Mommas
Man they love all of that drama
Make a script and then they start to film
White people laughing at us
Man like look at them
Bet B.E.T gone pick it up
Garbage bag bitches
They throw em in lamb trucks
And you know it's all rented
Cuz these hoes be broke as f*ck
Talkin bout I need a nigga
Like 6'5 With brown eyes
And he got cheese, steak , lobster
Yea all the sides
One thing I noticed
That these hoes
Don't know no compromise
She making demands
But she can't even pay for a ride
You want A 6'6 nigga
Bout you came fun size
She wanna go out to eat
Can't pay for her fries
She wanna go on vacation
Can't even pay for her slides
She wanna be real famous
Make up middle name Now she go by "Ceradi"
Start a IG booking in the bio snap on the side
And in the DMs they slide
Start yo new career
You taking pics all on a island
Every rapper show you in the front
And you be wildin
Dancing all on tables
F*ck for doe and you don't hide it
I just remain quiet
Damn
All this real shit that I'm spittin man it's coming from my soul
Yea
I know a lot hoes prolly already changed the song like the f*ck does he know
Man all this real shi that I'm spitting man I came up on my own
Real shit Every now and then I window shop at Stores where I don't go
Like Fake ass nigga
Oh you a drop a tape and think that you got some fame ass nigga
I'm the type to wait until I get some change slash interest
My bm made me vision board now I stay on Pinterest
My light shine and that's endless
Can't rock wit niggas that make decisions off they feelings
Can't Fck wit bitches that get spiteful and switch they feelings
I fell in love twice and now I got that third time feeling
My culture in a toxic time I think we need some healing
Uh
All this shi I'm spitting
Really coming from my soul
I bet niggas listening hating
Like man that ain't my bro
But I know you nigga
Man
This shi I'm really spitting
Man I came up on my own
Iammsuzy
VaCay
The kid
You know
Writer: Sua Cravens
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