CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mansion*
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(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha
Yeah, yeah
N***as wanna be my kin, pu**y, you not my folks
Ride around town in a Benz, put that b*t*h on spokes
Spend eight mil' on the crib, bought that b*t*h with a moat
B*t*h, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast
Step on a n***a in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it's me a my ho, snake eyes, b*t*h, like I'm G.I. Joe
Baby, sit back and just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
That ain't your mother, I know y'all hoes, still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, sh*t ain't for show
N***a got keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she wana [?] me, not for damn [?], boolin' through the [?], Maybach, Lambo'
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo, whip her head back and forth, not no layin' low
Get that n***a off that horse like I'm Django, sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, b*t*h, pull up with commandos, I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow, and my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
Shawty what's ya name, put you in Chanel, ho, I ain't even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all black Ricks, [?]
Keep all of that gangster sh*t up off the cell phones
My brother in the hole we can't talk off the jail...
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha
Yeah, yeah
N***as wanna be my kin, pu**y, you not my folks
Ride around town in a Benz, put that b*t*h on spokes
Spend eight mil' on the crib, bought that b*t*h with a moat
B*t*h, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast
Step on a n***a in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it's me a my ho, snake eyes, b*t*h, like I'm G.I. Joe
Baby, sit back and just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
That ain't your mother, I know y'all hoes, still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, sh*t ain't for show
N***a got keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she wana [?] me, not for damn [?], boolin' through the [?], Maybach, Lambo'
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo, whip her head back and forth, not no layin' low
Get that n***a off that horse like I'm Django, sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, b*t*h, pull up with commandos, I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow, and my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
Shawty what's ya name, put you in Chanel, ho, I ain't even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all black Ricks, [?]
Keep all of that gangster sh*t up off the cell phones
My brother in the hole we can't talk off the jail...
