Turn up everything in my headphones please
[Verse]
Gone with the beat, gone with the motherf**ing beat
Gone with the motherf**ing bag in the street, bag in the street, bag in the street
Pffft, ah
Gone, gone through the day
Going, think I hada make pace
I ain't got much but I like it that way
I was sad one day then everything change
Pffft, fake
Fake as the snakes
Y'all thinkin' that a boy Drake
I ain't got stress yo I'm makin' sh** bang
I ain't got mills but I sure can sang
Man I sure can-
Pfff, fresh
Fresh as the breeze
Cold as my chick when she leave
Hoes wanna roll when I spit a 16
And the kid gon' ball don't you worry 'bout me
But the boy so-
Tttt, tight
Tight with the mic
Thinkin that im wrong when im right
They be gettin' off to songs I don't like
And I hop off the plane askin' if this is real life
Man this is real?
Psshh, cold
Cold as the breeze
Y'all like summer '16
b**h lookin' bad and she all on her knees
She got hit a g, she got hit a g
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Pshhh, black
Black as the night
As sweet as a peach when it ripe
You could get a feature they gon' pay you no mind
And the touch down real this is who I like
[Chorus]
I keep an all-star b**h in my arms
I fell in love, I'm like what have I done
And I'll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room
I keep an all-star b**h in my arms
I fell in love, I'm like what have I done
And I'll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room, in the hotel room
Stuck in these hotels
Lovin' on these hoes still
Swear these ones know me so well
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