You ready?
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want her a freak
Damn that lil hoe just want to go geek
She look at me like "wake up nv"
But I will not wake up for no freak
Ain't cuffing no freak
Let a bad bitch wake up on the streets
I ain't talking for free
Only talking money
Only talking pesos
I done f*cked on that hoe
I done f*cked on that bitch
Had the hoe at my show
I'm a real prophet
Whatever I say is gone go
I ain't writing this shit
All this shit yea it come off the dome
Bad ass bitch she gone cum off my bone
F*ck these niggas no I ain't no clone
Smoke a zip and then I make a song
We'll be up one day yea we are building Rome
I'm not coming back home
On God I'm not coming back home
I'm already going
And I got hella shit I can show
All the shit I can show
808 hitting lil bro
808 hitting harder than my Percocet
I flexed on so many niggas now they upset
I got so much money round me but still upset
My pockets so full they making yo bitch depressed
Bitch, I'm up on the runway
Tell these pussy niggas I'm with the gunplay
They mad that I run it up , I got the racks
Run it up, I f*ck ya bitch, I blow her back
Huh, I don't know how I did this shit
F*cking up a bag, yes I f*ck up the check
Yall niggas so poor that shit boring to me
Pouring colors yall ain't seen inside of my drink
F*ck, baby im too high, it is hard to think
Fur all on my clothing, I'm covered in mink
Designer drugs, all in the sink
And I fit up, my body, It's full of Celine
Huh, I gotta do it myself
Huh, balenciaga on my belt
Huh, I f*cking hate myself
But they all tell me they wishing me well
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
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You ready?
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want her a freak
Damn that lil hoe just want to go geek
She look at me like "wake up nv"
But I will not wake up for no freak
Ain't cuffing no freak
Let a bad bitch wake up on the streets
I ain't talking for free
Only talking money
Only talking pesos
I done f*cked on that hoe
I done f*cked on that bitch
Had the hoe at my show
I'm a real prophet
Whatever I say is gone go
I ain't writing this shit
All this shit yea it come off the dome
Bad ass bitch she gone cum off my bone
F*ck these niggas no I ain't no clone
Smoke a zip and then I make a song
We'll be up one day yea we are building Rome
I'm not coming back home
On God I'm not coming back home
I'm already going
And I got hella shit I can show
All the shit I can show
808 hitting lil bro
808 hitting harder than my Percocet
I flexed on so many niggas now they upset
I got so much money round me but still upset
My pockets so full they making yo bitch depressed
Bitch, I'm up on the runway
Tell these pussy niggas I'm with the gunplay
They mad that I run it up , I got the racks
Run it up, I f*ck ya bitch, I blow her back
Huh, I don't know how I did this shit
F*cking up a bag, yes I f*ck up the check
Yall niggas so poor that shit boring to me
Pouring colors yall ain't seen inside of my drink
F*ck, baby im too high, it is hard to think
Fur all on my clothing, I'm covered in mink
Designer drugs, all in the sink
And I fit up, my body, It's full of Celine
Huh, I gotta do it myself
Huh, balenciaga on my belt
Huh, I f*cking hate myself
But they all tell me they wishing me well
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want givenchy
Damn that lil hoe just want her a freak
Damn that lil hoe just want to go geek
She look at me like "wake up nv"
But I will not wake up for no freak
Ain't cuffing no freak
Let a bad bitch wake up on the streets
I ain't talking for free
Only talking money
Only talking pesos
I done f*cked on that hoe
I done f*cked on that bitch
Had the hoe at my show
I'm a real prophet
Whatever I say is gone go
I ain't writing this shit
All this shit yea it come off the dome
Bad ass bitch she gone cum off my bone
F*ck these niggas no I ain't no clone
Smoke a zip and then I make a song
We'll be up one day yea we are building Rome
I'm not coming back home
On God I'm not coming back home
I'm already going
And I got hella shit I can show
All the shit I can show
808 hitting lil bro
808 hitting harder than my Percocet
I flexed on so many niggas now they upset
I got so much money round me but still upset
My pockets so full they making yo bitch depressed
Bitch, I'm up on the runway
Tell these pussy niggas I'm with the gunplay
They mad that I run it up , I got the racks
Run it up, I f*ck ya bitch, I blow her back
Huh, I don't know how I did this shit
F*cking up a bag, yes I f*ck up the check
Yall niggas so poor that shit boring to me
Pouring colors yall ain't seen inside of my drink
F*ck, baby im too high, it is hard to think
Fur all on my clothing, I'm covered in mink
Designer drugs, all in the sink
And I fit up, my body, It's full of Celine
Huh, I gotta do it myself
Huh, balenciaga on my belt
Huh, I f*cking hate myself
But they all tell me they wishing me well
Yea I only smoke on reefa
Bad ass hoe she love celine
No I don't wanna talk to people
But that hoe wanna talk to me
Everyday a shopping spree
You don't know nun about NV
I only talk to God
Yea a prophet yea thats me
Love balenciaga jeans
Damn that hoe so proud of me
Told her I'm so proud of you
I'm so proud I got God on my team
I wake up when they all go to sleep
Took your girl yea I brought her to sleep
Writer: julian brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid