Drake'o in the Burke
Ak with no jerk
Get racks for the perc
In Dallas like I'm dirk
Hit the freeway I'm feeling fabulous
Diamonds Dancin I give that jadakiss
Public enemy ain't no friend in me
The mob deep you feelin me
Bad boys on death row
Carry talk like Jermaine Dupri
Mos def I'll pop the smoke
Yall tryin Kesha nope
Nine shots like 50.
This style be nipsy
These 2 chains be crispy
My style just fit me
Jaquan I'm tipsy
Rode by just missed me
Leave your red man with a method man
Are you listening? Goddamn
Oh boy like cam
Over load ya primeare like spam
Twista up the swisha
Not here to dis ya
Make ya family miss ya
In the grave like dilla
Pop a f*cking pilla
Lay ya head on a pillea
Lean in cup I spilla
With lead I'll f*cking fill ya
Mink on chinchilla
Stacked up a f*cking Milla
Call me Bob the builder
Your girl I filled her
These tribulations scarface
Welcome back kids straight mase
Crime scene but pink tape
Doors vert let's build up the base
Grip tight to your rosary
It's a Dead end how many road you see?
Write ya off like a notary
Bag ya up straight grocery
Shut it down bish f*ck ya ovary
Money circle me like a rotary
This some real rap poetry
Bullet to ya temple hahaha Shirley
They call me fireman
Lick this lollipop
I care young gunz
I wont stop
You a lil boat
I'm a f*cking yacht
Best boss
Yay Michael Scott
Dip ya like Kodak
Free slime where the goat at
Dip low in the cuti kid
YG cuz I'm rich quan like that
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Drake'o in the Burke
Ak with no jerk
Get racks for the perc
In Dallas like I'm dirk
Hit the freeway I'm feeling fabulous
Diamonds Dancin I give that jadakiss
Public enemy ain't no friend in me
The mob deep you feelin me
Bad boys on death row
Carry talk like Jermaine Dupri
Mos def I'll pop the smoke
Yall tryin Kesha nope
Nine shots like 50.
This style be nipsy
These 2 chains be crispy
My style just fit me
Jaquan I'm tipsy
Rode by just missed me
Leave your red man with a method man
Are you listening? Goddamn
Oh boy like cam
Over load ya primeare like spam
Twista up the swisha
Not here to dis ya
Make ya family miss ya
In the grave like dilla
Pop a f*cking pilla
Lay ya head on a pillea
Lean in cup I spilla
With lead I'll f*cking fill ya
Mink on chinchilla
Stacked up a f*cking Milla
Call me Bob the builder
Your girl I filled her
These tribulations scarface
Welcome back kids straight mase
Crime scene but pink tape
Doors vert let's build up the base
Grip tight to your rosary
It's a Dead end how many road you see?
Write ya off like a notary
Bag ya up straight grocery
Shut it down bish f*ck ya ovary
Money circle me like a rotary
This some real rap poetry
Bullet to ya temple hahaha Shirley
They call me fireman
Lick this lollipop
I care young gunz
I wont stop
You a lil boat
I'm a f*cking yacht
Best boss
Yay Michael Scott
Dip ya like Kodak
Free slime where the goat at
Dip low in the cuti kid
YG cuz I'm rich quan like that
Ak with no jerk
Get racks for the perc
In Dallas like I'm dirk
Hit the freeway I'm feeling fabulous
Diamonds Dancin I give that jadakiss
Public enemy ain't no friend in me
The mob deep you feelin me
Bad boys on death row
Carry talk like Jermaine Dupri
Mos def I'll pop the smoke
Yall tryin Kesha nope
Nine shots like 50.
This style be nipsy
These 2 chains be crispy
My style just fit me
Jaquan I'm tipsy
Rode by just missed me
Leave your red man with a method man
Are you listening? Goddamn
Oh boy like cam
Over load ya primeare like spam
Twista up the swisha
Not here to dis ya
Make ya family miss ya
In the grave like dilla
Pop a f*cking pilla
Lay ya head on a pillea
Lean in cup I spilla
With lead I'll f*cking fill ya
Mink on chinchilla
Stacked up a f*cking Milla
Call me Bob the builder
Your girl I filled her
These tribulations scarface
Welcome back kids straight mase
Crime scene but pink tape
Doors vert let's build up the base
Grip tight to your rosary
It's a Dead end how many road you see?
Write ya off like a notary
Bag ya up straight grocery
Shut it down bish f*ck ya ovary
Money circle me like a rotary
This some real rap poetry
Bullet to ya temple hahaha Shirley
They call me fireman
Lick this lollipop
I care young gunz
I wont stop
You a lil boat
I'm a f*cking yacht
Best boss
Yay Michael Scott
Dip ya like Kodak
Free slime where the goat at
Dip low in the cuti kid
YG cuz I'm rich quan like that
Writer: Justin Paschall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid