COLUMBIA

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I'm a five star - with a big bag
 I've been gettin' big cake so they big mad
 If the offer looking decent, tell 'em, "Hit Brad"
 But if it's not enough digits, don't send that
 Twenty years young, thinkin' 'bout a bankroll
 Been a minute since they had me on the payroll
 Still stackin' paper never was the main goal
 I been writing since my doppelganger dropped peso
 Never stoppin', tell the club haters they should lay low
 Task force - get you bodied, what you play for?
 Cult following, they attacking if we say so
 Been wildin', my tongue shootin' like a Draco
 Kung Pao chicken eatin' but I got space so
 Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso
 Bandman head full of dreads with the halo
 Hit yo' momma spot and put his shoes on her table
 West side -, what's the catch, what's your angle?
 Watch a - feet leave the floor, Criss Angel
 Rip the - beak off the stork in the middle of New York
 Then I make a quick bag off the cradle
 I'm a nasty -, I read well
 You can never catch me -, the speed real
 Michael Jackson Pepsi sippin', I'm hot headed
 Wish a - would test me, promise he won't heal
 And my neck too clean, got a head on me
 I got A.D.D., I ain't playing with 'em
 She a AG fiend, wanna - with the team
 Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
 Her mouth, her neck, her back
 My whip, my hip, my dash
 My lip too slick, my bad
 My -, go schiz', you mad
 And my neck too clean, got a head on me
 I got A.D.D., I ain't playing with 'em
 She a AG fiend, wanna - with the team
 Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
 Her mouth, her neck, her back
 My whip, my hip, my dash
 My lip too slick, my bad
 My -, go schiz', so fast
 I'm sorry for screaming
 A deer in the sky where the angels are beamin'
 The lights in the eyes, positivity gleaming
 She must be mine, she swallowed the semen
 Her dad don't like me, face to cement
 Sorry papa dear, got her butt to ceiling
 You hate me -, it's a mutual feelin'
 They gon' pay Jody for rappin'
 Benji for singin' and Baby for cappin'
 They gon' pay - for trappin'
 Manny for shootin', and Jamie for blastin'
 They gon' pay AG for moving
 Making a movement, you know how we do it
 My bad, my bad, my bad, my bad
 And my neck too clean, got a head on me
 I got A.D.D., I ain't playing with 'em
 She a AG fiend, wanna - with the team
 Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
 Her mouth, her neck, her back
 My whip, my hip, my dash
 My lip too slick, my bad
 My -, go schiz', you mad
 And my neck too clean, got a head on me
 I got A.D.D., I ain't playing with 'em
 She a AG fiend, wanna - with the team
 Wanna put it on me, I ain't playin' with 'em
 Her mouth, her neck, her back
 My whip, my hip, my dash
 My lip too slick, my bad
 My -, go schiz', so fast
 

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Duration
03:07
Key
10
Tempo
114 BPM

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