You Used To Call Me…

That’s a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin’ up on these niggas
You gotta be, nice for what, to these niggas?

Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack

Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’,
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses,
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat,
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me,
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

In These Stolen Moments


Teenage Fever


It’s Friday …. Bottle Or Glass ?!?

Talkin’ Boasy And Gwanin Wassy πŸ’―


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What You Came For