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Labb

Labb

Labb

Run up to the sun

Until you can’t get no higher

When I was young

They said don’t play with the fire

And still we burn

Yeah

And still we burn

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Took the bait

When I grabbed that strap

(Boy you know better)

Mama paid

But I skipped that class

(Boy you know better)

I’m just try’na find a way out

Niggas on a mission for the takeout

So before I eat

I bring it to the house like

Okay man

(Okay)

I think I got it

Need the M’s like I’m low on folic

We working for it

They running pockets like

Okay man

(Okay)

Don’t touch my whip

Pussy on the line

So I whip that whip

I reversed that whip

Then I crashed that whip

I’m

Gone off the henny

Like it’s ordinary

I don’t need the berries

I just take it straight

Cup is super empty

Sipping when I’m ready

Niggas try to tempt

I don’t really drink

Gone off the tree

Loud

She don’t love me

How?

Damn I’m switching topics

Blame it on the chronic

I ain’t really 'bout it

But sometimes you gotta

Certain I could fuck all my exes

(Not me)

Bitch I don’t claim you

Golden soul

Way before the necklace

And I been a starter

You could check the pendant

Meeting hoes and I think I found wifey

Guess I yearn for a lady in my life

Low key I already found wifey

Fucked up 'cause the time ain’t right

I know

I know

I know you love me, yeah

I know

I know

Sometimes it’s muddy, but

Bada-Boom

Bada-Bing

Bada-Bam

I’m a fiend for the you

For the yams

But the dream’s saying fuck romance

So bump that

Bump that

This my jam

Mama told me

(what)

Fuck all these hoes

So what I’m gone do

(What)

Fuck all of these hoes

Nah, nah

Need somebody that’s gon' be around

As of late they come and go

Not enough to make me aroused

You gotta leave if you just won’t grow

Fourteen talking child support

That’s my mama’s way of try’na have the talk

That’s a couple grand

Every month

'Cause your ass ain’t wrap it up

Shorty over she’s so willing

Forgot the rub and I’m still in it

Felt like love

Please don’t rush

Bands per month

But we must

Calm down and just love yourself

Like I love myself

6'1 with 16s, that’s pedophilia

Dark lines hit the web, I’m such a villain

Im the venom, better tell em, 4 they come for blood

I know felons, pop ur melons, screaming fuck the judge

MC with a Big D like I rep McDonald’s

Savage, booty lavish like a ghetto model

So you know I gotta lick it 4 for I stick it

Running through the game

I don’t really wanna change

I don’t really wanna hear from ya

I just really wanna dance on ya

Don’t worry cuz In here for ya

Fuck the lames cuz they testing ya

Yeah yeah they can’t fuck with us

So pass the light, so we could puff

And start to touch, from dawn to dusk