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Robert Luckett
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Gifting ****
Grenades
Blow em
To smithereens
This chain from
The North Pole
This ain't no
Skating rink
I can teach
You some things
But you can
Never blink
Forgot my dream
Girl name
So I'm just
Calling her stink
You ain't my
Momma
Or my
Granny
So you ain't
Getting no Mink
Hadda cut the
Homie off
I ain't like
How he think
My favorite section
In English
Was learning bout
Verbs
Turnt the heat up
On ****
Why I'm
Sounding so stern
Verse:
Better hear what
I'm saying
Cause I send
**** urns
You gon really
Be a mad
Learning it's just
your turn
And it's gon
Make
You
A man
When you
Feeling
That
Burn
**** ain't really
Riding with you
Just ensuring
A turn
want my
Best advice?
Make they ass
Bite the curb
Already know it's
kinda ruthless
Usher...
Let it Burn
But life really
Took a turn
When I approached
It like Shaggy
When I do
The old school
Im picking
The caddy
Lightskin thick
Thighs
She walk
With the Fatty
Petite friend
Slid too
So she threw
Me the addy
Insult to
Injury
Yeah these
Bitches
Was
Baddies
This a whole
New world
Guess
I'm Aladdin
The way
Im Running
Out the
gates
Guess
I'm McFadden
Already know
You living wrong
Mirror facing
The TV
Jealousy up
In yo eyes
You might as
Well miss me
Really feeling
Like a Star
Please keep
Yo distance
Shawty threw her
Finsta @
It's finna
Get Greazy
You can't do
What I do
Cause this shit
Not that easy
Making ****
Flip the board
Cause I told em
To King me
Bitches is dogs
Cause with money
They chasing
A frisbee
Never seen
Lions with snakes
But **** ain't
Hearing me
I got asthma
So I'm jogging
This really not
A race to me
Life really been
A movie
Ima put it
On DVD
I showed shawty
That I got her
She in bed
Getting filthy
Loyalty
Is really law
Cause feelings
Get costly
hadda call
The army doctor
Moms birthing
A prophet
Cheddar Cheese
On the biscuit
I'm describing
My pockets
Like a little
Ass kid
Telling haters
To watch this
Show a ****
The scantron
And he still
Can't copy this
Name steady
In they mouth
Like country boys
Spitting Dip
If you go
To Las Vegas
My white tee
Somewhere
On the
Strip
Destroyer Grey
Hell Catt
We finna
Gas Brake Dip
Written by: Robert Luckett
