Untitled Song
• Written by user592474366
Transmission stuck in overdrive
doin numbers overtime
wishin there was more to life
my personality borderline
out my mind im goin crazy
pockets full like im lil baby
wakeisha for the medicine
schedule say dead presidents
arm and hammer stretch the work
poppin perkys out a pez
one false move and its the feds
cant trust a soul including friends
~Excuse me where's my manners~
~salamander sandles for nana~
~young dro ina gucci bandana~
~drinking fanta in my planner~
~movin bricks white like im santa~
~my bitches mixed like a panda~
~aint my birthday but im lit~
~she blow me like a candle~
They say it costs to be the boss
And the price is right; Ima
rise to the occasion
its my time to shine; I got
so many problems and
bitches ninety nine of em
--gotta draw the line with em
Nickelodeon the way
that i be slimin em
time equals money
guess i got a pocket watch
they steady pocket watchin'
While I be countin' clocks
Unaliving tick tocks
rose gold - wrist watch
if she tryna lip lock
her "tuah" better "hawk"
get that gawk gawk and beat the box
supa soaker wap wet floor signs and a mop
afterwards kick her out
change the locks to the house
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user592474366
Member since November 4 2024