Lyrics

It feel like everybody need sum Yeah I got it on my own i don't ask for nothing Yeah my mans he selling za come and get you some Put three grams in my woof feel like Andre Drummond Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah It feel like everybody asking me Like how you get them this mad And how they after me It was back in high school they used to laugh at me Yeah I'm done with high school there aint no class in me. It just Might be in my Back pack Yeah that's me im going fast in my hellcat And im with 3 bitches where is the hotel at I just blew a wood of zaza i know you smell dat.
Writer(s): Scott Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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