lonestar* (lonestarmusic) - rap-sheets lyrics
yeah, we gon’ f+ck out the sheets
she look better than me, we gon’ f+ck out the sheets
i’m gon’ f+ck like this (f+ck like this)
on the west side, yeah i got pressure
yeah, i got pressure on me
throwin’ hundreds on ya
pack strong, hit like adesanya
i done rolled too many till the sun up
i’m prolly higher than a stoner
gettin’ fried my motive
all this money my motive
i’m prolly chillin’ on a high horse
everybody know i’m on one
everybody know i got a lil’ richer
check out the richie
i feel like a model hoe, rockin’ givenchy
but we brought the semi’s
too deep in a tahoe, we at the lake
somebody call up julian
all these racks, but they on the floor
touch that money, abuse it
w+we in the strip, i lose it
we in the strip, go stupid
i cut ya ass off, without even thinking bout it
i just turn up the music (said i give a f+ck)
come get her back, i’m with your girl
yeah, she already choosin
she off the molly, yeah, goin’ stupid
really think she boutta lose it
raising h+ll round the city
i know that yall wouldn’t like this
well look at that perfect timing
cuz now i’m up, yeah i’m shining
fl!ck me up with the lighting
i’m smokin’ something like a siren
too loud, that’s blinding
too loud, that’s pressure
yeah, we gon’ f+ck out the sheets
she look better than me, we gon’ f+ck out the sheets
i’m gon’ f+ck like this (f+ck like this)
on the south side, (on the south side)
in the maybach coupe (skrrrt)
i’ma swerve like this (skrrrt)
there go that boy lone
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) i had told yall
i had told yall once, i had told yall
i pull up right now in that goyard
got two more phones and they all chirp
i look like a boy from the altar
i look like that boy from the autopsy, way that i’m poorin’ this syrup
got two fresh minks on me, yeah they came from the tailor
i been rappin’ since i was a teen, yeah mf just like griselda
now i put a hoe on a bean, knock her ass down send her to the kennelo
i don’t ever do accidental, everything i got goin’ on intentional
put a hundred shots up, rambo
just like julius randle, catch yall bag
cut yall hand, yall tryna’ steal the swag
i’m just not goin’ for that
yeah
yall tryna’ steal the swag i’m just not goin’ for that
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