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Richard Mille (feat. OneOfNone & Blacsoldier)
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Isaac Jamaal Walker
Isaac Jamaal Walker
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Lonnie Leverette
Lonnie Leverette
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Davion Rhodes
Davion Rhodes
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Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Only making music for the people that really feel me, ****
****, you gon' respect me, either that or you gon' fear me, ****
Gotta keep a weapon, either that or they gon' kill me, ****
****, I been the star, jet might shoot you out a wish lil ****
When I get in the booth, I ain't got no beef
I ain't making no disses, ****
When I made this hit, I know my mama ain't gotta watch dishes, ****
Gotta keep a heater, it don't matter it ain't even winter
Country, boy just bought like 50 bricks, could've bought a Richard Mille
Gang, bad bitch from the A
Her and her friends said they got BBLs
I done found out where they stay
Dropped the dick off, I got CDLs
****, I'm rocking the show if they pay
The money be making me happy, I feel like Pharrell
I'm probably gon' aim at his face
If that **** play with me, I'm making hits in a cell
Gang, he out of bounds
That **** ducking, he calling a foul
She trying to be stingy and she got a friend it's all you can eat we at Golden Corral
When she run her mouth, it be making me mad
When she eat a dick, it be making me smile
It's her time of the month and I don't got a pad So Ikefromda6, not the one you can dial
Soldier just walked in
I'm like a bad kid bound to grab a stick
Never hesitate unless I'm trying to figure out which bag to get
How the hell I ain't 21, but a **** still walk around on savage shit
Had to smoke the coupe out, now a **** just in here confused Trying to see which gas to hit
Real p ****, real high standards
Pop my shit too much, need to better my manners
My **** don't say too much
Just sip his cup ain't nothing but the syrup to and Fanta
You know I'ma tote that bitch when I leave the house
Can't roll the dice life too much of a gamble
I don't fuck with the media, don't fuck with the camera
**** mad cause it me, **** really be
Tell them I'm a real one yeah
And my **** off drugs for real
Said he just wanna feel something yeah
Got a gorilla with me hanging out the coupe He trying to peel something yeah
My **** shoulda went to school for construction he just want to drill something yeah
Yeah, don't even try to play
Swear to God, these **** will gun you down
Pop up where you stay
With a drone, that bitch hold hundred rounds
Wokiana for the chase
Purple Cola just to wash it down
4x4 in state
So don't act like I won't run you down
Hey, hit up where you stay
It ain't fair but you the fucking clown
I be trying to smile, but I can't
I'm tired of taking downers
Money on who's head, crazy man I pay my own bounty
**** like me go fed, crazy man
I've never been in the county
Only making music for the people that really feel me, ****
****, you gon' respect me, either that or you gon' fear me, ****
Gotta keep a weapon, either that or they gon' kill me, ****
****, I been the star, jet might shoot you out a wish lil ****
When I get in the booth, I ain't got no beef
I ain't making no disses, ****
When I made this hit, I know my mama ain't gotta watch dishes, ****
Gotta keep a heater, it don't matter it ain't even winter
Country, boy just bought like 50 bricks, could've bought a Richard Mille
Written by: Davion Rhodes, Isaac Jamaal Walker, Lonnie Leverette
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