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Lil Skies

Last update on: May 18, 2020
#together against coronavirus

Yeah (yeah), yeah (woah, woah, woah) A'ite (woah, woah, woah, woah) A'ite (yeah)

Ayy Walkin' dripped out, you see the details I got water on me drippin' like a seashell I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, "Oh, well" When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my next Hell What you gon' do when you make it? 'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch I'm a rich nigga, I won't fuck her if she basic She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin' Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin' I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin' Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin' If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin' Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin' And I'ma boss up on any occasion Young nigga poppin' tags Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos And he sellin' out shows, you know I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain Tryna snatch it, take your brain Big smoke nigga, you ain't never helped your mans Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand You a hoe nigga, and I'm livin' by the code I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, suck my soul Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope Why your baby-daddy broke? That nigga is a joke I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't Call up stance, I'm the boat, the gang stay afloat Got bred by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast I'm too nice with this She wanna come suck, I told her come ride the dick My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit You fuck around, get clapped, tryna highfive and shit I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid Done livin' average, the truth was in my music Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin' I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin' Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin' If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin' Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin' And I'ma boss up on any occasion Young nigga poppin' tags Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos And he sellin' out shows, you know I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain Tryna snatch it, take your brain Big smoke nigga, you ain't never helped your mans Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand You a hoe nigga Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho nigga, yeah Why you a hoe nigga? Yeah (aye) Why you a hoe? Yeah All we got nigga

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