
letra de i h* my life - drop1
inspired all these rap n-s—how they hate on me?
if i’m feelin’ good, i buy the b-h a handbag or three
i’m down fig lookin’ for the 304s with unique
i don’t link none of the b—s in my city—i just tease
i’m in 5%, i think they still see the chain—i might need limo
never shoppin’ through the glass, it’s funny i still watch my windows
three pints—
i’m playin’ spill or fill like i’m on jimmy kimmel
ask the n—-s y’all lookin’ up to if i’m influential
i’m the n- they dependin’ on
i got more hits than hank aaron
took a n- kit and told him, “after all, ain’t sharin’, carin’”
left the whole team f–d his b-h like nico harrison
soon as i got off my flight, i jumped inside a mclaren
two-tone—this not the cheap one neither
said she never f—-d n0body in my group—i don’t believe her
funny how my price goin’ up, and still ain’t doin’ features
sh-t, i’m ballin’ with my twin brother—we like kris and keegan
you ain’t made no money yet, it’s somethin’ you ain’t doin’ right
when you got the bag, you gon’ see every p-y got a price
you do too much braggin’ ’bout ya b-tch, n-—i make her mine
tellin’ them you gon’ defeat the drop—n—a, that’s bad advice
hourglass shape and pretty face—i think i got a type
i’m posted in la, probably meet the -pps in afterlife
still got n—-s that’ll crash out quick—rashee rice
the youngest turnt n- in my city—i still hate my life
young n- lookin’ for a four in houston—daniel house
ain’t no turnin’ back, i just can’t go left like jaylen brown
promoters hate us too—we takin’ bottle girls from out the lounge
she ain’t f–n’ on the first day—the b-h gettin’ out
if you knew the b—h was a ho, then why is that your wife?
flip a 10 into a 27—i’m like daniel theis
can’t keep a b-h for sh-t even though i’m all they type
he knew he was done soon as he hit the ground—brandon knight
tryna blow a hundred in a day—i feel like lilly phillips
i got that heat on top the blue and pinks like andrew wiggins
the rim on the big body bouncin’ like kawhi leonard
n—a in that field with that 19—isaiah simmons
ar like a little person on me—natile grace
how the fck the b-h got ass, but she ain’t got no waist?
know a n- got with a ten, he ain’t got face
b- think i’m juiced up—look what a minute then made
no matter what, my chin stayed up like stan smith
like wham, middleton—drop done went in, got a bag quick
the type to drop 10 on a b—h like hailey van lith
i’m stuck chasin’ the bucks like taurean prince
the dog actin’ up—i might gotta beat the b—h like kpj
bippin’ through la—i’m goin’ club to club tryna find a tray
we f- 10 minutes into meetin’—why you think you stayin’?
gave these n-s hope and inspiration—how the f–k they hatin’?
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