Fly in this bitch like I'm superman
Stay on the road like an uber, man
Watch how I'm ducking, maneuvering
If she too cute I'ma do her friend
She throwing it back watch her do the bends
Slide in her dm it's you again
I do not write, but I move the pen
We never losing
I need some bitches like two or ten
If she don't like me I'll fool with her friend
Get me a check I'll run through it again
Thumbing right through it again
Get in my work while you sleep off the Xan'
Cutting this bitch off we better as friends
Making my own moves, no advance
Push start whip twelve got no chance
Running it up how we did it again
She fell in love, but we better as friends
Look at my life all this money I spend
She like when I smile, she like when I grin
Stomp a nigga out in these YSL Timbs
If she wanna link up tell the bitch bring a friend
Can't get too close I ain't talking skin to skin
Up on a jet and we up on a plane
Look at my Future not talk Purple Reign
She a smart girl, she got me on her brain
She call me a sicko, I'm not born from pain
Back in high school used to try me not lame
Growing my dreads now I'm feeling like Wayne
My whip exotic, you know it ain't tame
Staying on point, niggas got the best aim
When I need a bust-down I call Johnny Dang
She want me to change my ways
Mercedes truck down the highway
Long hair like Miley
Heart eyes and she like me
I slide quick like lightning
King of my world, doing my thing
They wanna beef, we not fighting
She got a nigga, but she do not like him
Think I got hoe's but I'm not even typing
Counting my chicken like I work for Tyson
Ballin' out the gym like Michael
F*cking this hoe I ain't seen in awhile
Plug coming through, man I don't need to dial
Rocking Givenchy don't mean you got style
Smoking exotic that shit smelling foul
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Lil Degen - Born from Pain (feat. Isaiah Pharaoh) Lyrics
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Fly in this bitch like I'm superman
Stay on the road like an uber, man
Watch how I'm ducking, maneuvering
If she too cute I'ma do her friend
She throwing it back watch her do the bends
Slide in her dm it's you again
I do not write, but I move the pen
We never losing
I need some bitches like two or ten
If she don't like me I'll fool with her friend
Get me a check I'll run through it again
Thumbing right through it again
Get in my work while you sleep off the Xan'
Cutting this bitch off we better as friends
Making my own moves, no advance
Push start whip twelve got no chance
Running it up how we did it again
She fell in love, but we better as friends
Look at my life all this money I spend
She like when I smile, she like when I grin
Stomp a nigga out in these YSL Timbs
If she wanna link up tell the bitch bring a friend
Can't get too close I ain't talking skin to skin
Up on a jet and we up on a plane
Look at my Future not talk Purple Reign
She a smart girl, she got me on her brain
She call me a sicko, I'm not born from pain
Back in high school used to try me not lame
Growing my dreads now I'm feeling like Wayne
My whip exotic, you know it ain't tame
Staying on point, niggas got the best aim
When I need a bust-down I call Johnny Dang
She want me to change my ways
Mercedes truck down the highway
Long hair like Miley
Heart eyes and she like me
I slide quick like lightning
King of my world, doing my thing
They wanna beef, we not fighting
She got a nigga, but she do not like him
Think I got hoe's but I'm not even typing
Counting my chicken like I work for Tyson
Ballin' out the gym like Michael
F*cking this hoe I ain't seen in awhile
Plug coming through, man I don't need to dial
Rocking Givenchy don't mean you got style
Smoking exotic that shit smelling foul
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Stay on the road like an uber, man
Watch how I'm ducking, maneuvering
If she too cute I'ma do her friend
She throwing it back watch her do the bends
Slide in her dm it's you again
I do not write, but I move the pen
We never losing
I need some bitches like two or ten
If she don't like me I'll fool with her friend
Get me a check I'll run through it again
Thumbing right through it again
Get in my work while you sleep off the Xan'
Cutting this bitch off we better as friends
Making my own moves, no advance
Push start whip twelve got no chance
Running it up how we did it again
She fell in love, but we better as friends
Look at my life all this money I spend
She like when I smile, she like when I grin
Stomp a nigga out in these YSL Timbs
If she wanna link up tell the bitch bring a friend
Can't get too close I ain't talking skin to skin
Up on a jet and we up on a plane
Look at my Future not talk Purple Reign
She a smart girl, she got me on her brain
She call me a sicko, I'm not born from pain
Back in high school used to try me not lame
Growing my dreads now I'm feeling like Wayne
My whip exotic, you know it ain't tame
Staying on point, niggas got the best aim
When I need a bust-down I call Johnny Dang
She want me to change my ways
Mercedes truck down the highway
Long hair like Miley
Heart eyes and she like me
I slide quick like lightning
King of my world, doing my thing
They wanna beef, we not fighting
She got a nigga, but she do not like him
Think I got hoe's but I'm not even typing
Counting my chicken like I work for Tyson
Ballin' out the gym like Michael
F*cking this hoe I ain't seen in awhile
Plug coming through, man I don't need to dial
Rocking Givenchy don't mean you got style
Smoking exotic that shit smelling foul
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Selling pop, Saint Laurent
Whatchu want?
I got all the knots
Not gon' stop 'til the break of dawn
Now whatchu want? Baby whatchu on?
Writer: Andrew Schenk, Isaiah Milton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid