4kmazii - letter to my haters lyrics
[intro]
ayy y’all thought i was done rappin’ huh?
ayy nah fam
ayy cam, chill out foo
ayy nah ayy, scratch that, yo waddam foo, waddam
[chorus]
rocks, that’s on my wrist
sun gave my diamonds a kiss
cut all that lyin’ lil’ d-ck
we know you ain’t came from the bottom so cut all that cryin’ lil’ d-ck
on my way to a play
makin’ money every day
we got all the bs, threw the honey away
let’s clean up the place, the pack comin’ today
we in this together, no runnin’ away
sippin’ that sizzurp (slick)
i’m workin’ that magic like wizard (abracadabra)
i know about drugs, but i’m not a drug dealer
that ruger sing like bryson tiller (boo-boo-boo-boom)
i want bigger, better rocks
so i’ma keep goin’ and never stop
i like that lil’ ho, she give steppa top
duheezy gon’ let that beretta pop, ayy
[verse 1]
who want the smoke, who want the steam? (yuh)
my styro be dirty, not clean (yuh)
i’m sorry your chick be wantin’ me (yuh)
countin’ green like one, two, three
i been on this rappin’ from eight to fourteen
i like white fees ’cause they coochie be mean
so i put my black in her white like movie scene
been sober for a while i’m movin’ clean (yuh ayy)
(i’m movin’ clean, i’m movin’ clean
i’m movin’ clean, i’m movin’ clean
i’m movin’ clean, i’m movin’ clean
i’m movin’ clean, i’m movin’ clean)
[chorus]
rocks, that’s on my wrist
sun gave my diamonds a kiss
cut all that lyin’ lil’ d-ck
we know you ain’t came from the bottom so cut all that cryin’ lil’ d-ck
on my way to a play
makin’ money every day
we got all the bs, threw the honey away
let’s clean up the place, the pack comin’ today
we in this together, no runnin’ away
sippin’ that sizzurp (slick)
i’m workin’ that magic like wizard (abracadabra)
i know about drugs, but i’m not a drug dealer
that ruger sing like bryson tiller (boo-boo-boo-boom)
i want bigger, better rocks
so i’ma keep goin’ and never stop
i like that lil’ ho, she give steppa top
duheezy gon’ let that beretta pop, ayy
[verse 2]
i hit then i vanish, ghost
might go to a different planet though
this song attract fees like a magnet, woah
if you want the clout you can have it ho
’cause i just wanna’ live lavish bro
and no i don’t be in the studio
apple headphones workin’ magic bro
letter to my haters: i ran this ho!
[chorus]
rocks, that’s on my wrist
sun gave my diamonds a kiss
cut all that lyin’ lil’ d-ck
we know you ain’t came from the bottom so cut all that cryin’ lil’ d-ck
on my way to a play
makin’ money every day
we got all the bs, threw the honey away
let’s clean up the place, the pack comin’ today
we in this together, no runnin’ away
sippin’ that sizzurp (slick)
i’m workin’ that magic like wizard (abracadabra)
i know about drugs, but i’m not a drug dealer
that ruger sing like bryson tiller (boo-boo-boo-boom)
i want bigger, better rocks
so i’ma keep goin’ and never stop
i like that lil’ ho, she give steppa top
duheezy gon’ let that beretta pop, ayy
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