West Sigheed
I.F.
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I peeped it, shoulda never showed us those arms, now we need them
Pressure make me calm, I'm too calm for the speed stick
Hit me on my phone after, yeah
Man, he was doin' wrong all night long and I peeped it
Shoulda never showed us those arms, now we need them
Pressure make me calm, I'm too calm for the speed stick
Hit me on my phone after dawn, bring a freak, Nick
Blowin' down this bomb before I go out for the weekend
Breakin' traffic laws with my dogs in this V6
Niggas did me wrong once before, I keep three sticks
Had to change a heart, oh my God, I don't need this
I been movin' ten toes thick on my soil
I'm gon' talk a whole lotta shit off my oil
Niggas speakin' illegitimate, my blood boils
You so villainous, your ill attempts have been foiled
When I ignore you, don't say I ain't do nothin' for you
You don't bring nothin' to the table, I get bored too
cnyways, you was finna say I'm not loyal
Plenty days, I did anything you asked for you
Spent the dinner, dated many ways, can't afford you
Sift this Minute Maid, drift away, I'm tryna avoid you
Write a pen and page, it's grenade, I'm explodin'
Can I exfoliate all of this hate and move forward
Just to communicate, I need a fuckin' encoder
Things I ain't really lookin' to till I got older
Many hands tickin', man, shit is damn over
Puppy combs, shiggin' man, niggas can't hold us
You was doin' wrong all night long and I pinked it
Shoulda never showed us no sauce, now we need them
Pressure make me calm, I'm too calm for the speed stick
Hit me on my phone after dark, I'm bringin' freak, nigga
Blowin' down this bong before I go out for the weekend
Breakin' traffic laws with my dogs in this V6
Niggas did me wrong once before I keep three sticks
Had to change the heart, oh my God, I don't need this
Yeah, ten toes down for the time I represent
I'm only soundin' by the scent, by the fifth, I need the rent
Out of shape, you got me bent, out of pocket with the grip
Spent so much to try to live, stackin' up on common sense
Makin' dollars my attempt, it don't really mean that much to me
I'm gon' get to all that I deserve, it ain't no luck for me
By the time I touch 40 million, I'll be young 40's
Berry Gordy, but I never took advantage of the homies
Every time I pull up, everybody playin' phony
Secret to your speakin', so I'm back on my lonely
If you don't act fast, I'ma only move forward
Only hear from you when you tryna tread soil
I'ma talk a whole lotta shit off my oil
I only been down so that make my blood boil
You so villainous, your ill attempts have been foiled
Niggas gon' be salty when I pull out in a Rolls Royce
You was doin' wrong and I, and I peeped it
Shoulda never showed us those arms, now we need them
Pressure make me calm, I'm too calm for the speed stick
Hit me on my phone after dawn, bring a f***, aye
Blowin' down this bong for a...
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