I won't be too long
She say
The golden boy, Delaho
With all my dawgs, reservoir
Whatever is mine is yours
Whenever they lying ignore
I got no cheddar for her
I only got metaphors
I don't want intercourse
But i want the head ofcourse
Had a boy, that a boy
For the record
Shattered yours
You mad or what
@ The boy
That a boy
Mash the floor
Crash the course
Still i dodge the bull
Like a matador
JT told me put a fork in em
So I told em pass the fork
For the sport
Motorsport
Door to door
Now hold the door
If they don't hold the door
Kick down the door
I'm down for war
Real
The choice is yours
Real
Dear my lord
Yea
Be my sword
Yea
Be my force
I must rejoice
On whats important
Hey
Is it too early to celebrate
Is it too early to celebrate
Is it too early to celebrate, hey
Is it too early to celebrate
Is it my birthday already
Is it my birthday already
Is it my birthday already
Is it my birthday already
If I had one wish
I wish i had more sense
I wish i had more hits
Since vibes ain't one sense
I wish i had more clicks
I wish they had no cliques
My city too remote
One day i hope it clicks
Having talks with God
He ghost ride the whip
You ignore the signs
I'm on my virgoat shit
And I murder shit
And I'm flourishing
This ones on the house
And i furnish it
She say Lyric
She say you getting up there
True that true that
I still got it though
I still got it though
BG