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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBB KING FREESTYLE (Ft. Drake)
Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three MichelinI don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'Know that I need disciplineI keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-esBut we are not equivalent, dawgI been an only child, don't need siblingsAnd I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okayMan, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'"If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' itNo Ceilings 3Lil Wayne and Drake, let's goAyy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three MichelinI don't еat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'Know that I need disciplineI keep singin' for all thеse hoes, they keep listenin'Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-esBut we are not equivalent, dawgI been an only child, don't need siblingsAnd I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okayMan, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'"If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' itClassics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin'I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governmentsWhatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin'Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin'Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' itSo I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of itNiggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of itNiggas get a gun just so they can make props out of itShawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of itYeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet upI'ma make you bounce out this ho, like Big FreediaPete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-literFirst private plane I ever rode was a eight-seaterBefore that, I got the bedroom hot with the space heaterOn top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's realBut now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world toursPlay that "Mask Off" when they find the real cureI might not be good for her, but I'm real to herGot no time for her, but give Richard Mille to herThat's the only way I know how to express loveMy dawgs love sticks and drums like they QuestloveAll them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for realI come with a lot of complications inside meIt's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide meEveryone wants to try me, but no ones wants to buy meEveryone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep meEveryone talkin' lemons when everything is peachyEveryone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach meMhm, yeah, mhmEveryone got they glass out, let's drink to WeezyEvery nigga that stare me down just came to see meChoppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'Check deposits, high-risers with extra closetsThe sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text EbonicsThe electronic guitars whinin', that's just NirvanaTommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. ThomasThat'll keep niggas honestI'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massagesThat's some more point money, these numbers too steep for commasI'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond themGot a two-seater problemNiggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out themBitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind themI used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designersI keep it 2-G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for diversLet me resurface, I'm flexin' on purposeShe especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfectI'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical personEatin' all of these rappers with these edible versesAll I gotta be is all that I can possiblyShe really, really into me, then suck it all up out of meI'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologiesYou fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your Lima bean at your mama feetI flip the economy like Dominique DawesThey say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fallI don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yoursI'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda AccordsFire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the wallsHigher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my armsLion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourthHolla at your boyThis that BB King, Lil Wayne featuring DrakeClassic shit (DJ Khaled)No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne!
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