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作词 : Martin McCurtis/Dion Hayes
作曲 : Martin McCurtis/Dion Hayes
We don't miss (At all)
We do not miss (At all)
Helluva made this beat, baby
I lost my nigga, that **** crazy (RIP)
I mean, we just put him in the pavement (On my mama)
Ayy, bro, yeah, I miss you more than 80's (Milligrams)
Yeah, milligrams (*****), *****, I'm still the man (*****)
We slangin' Roc Nation, yeah *****, you Jigga who? (Who?)
And I'm plugged on the border, nigga, send 'em through (Come on)
We gon' get 'em gone (Movin')
Lil cuz couldn't work the route, I had to send him home
I'm doin' forty-five a day and that's on any phone
Dog food, young gettin' fifty, we want all blues
Won't catch a nigga passin', *****, we all shoot
I mean, yeah, I'm a hooper, baby
And I dropped out of school, I was too connected
I just spent my nigga Antt, bro, you can do the next one
Naw, these ain't triple S's (*****), *****, these white lows (Dugg)
I might get the head, boo, but I don't wife hoes
Naw, I don't like phones
We gettin' somethin' through the air but it ain't iPhones
Let me put my whites on (Dugg)
Yeah, I'm a D nigga (Buffs)
I got traded from the Lakers, I got heat with me
*****, I'm takin' three with me
Now that's D-Wade
*****es out here playin' crazy, not from these ways
Bustin' scripts my DNA
What you doin' with a doctor? You a CNA
Baby we in Hellcats, these ain't TNA's
Yeah, we scratchin' off, In the kitchen packin' raw
Dog food, yeah *****, we workin'
We want all blues, we just got out from the offices
And I keep a four-Nikki, AKA Ms. Parker
Once they put a ***** on me, it's hard to get her off me
Dog food, yeah *****, we workin'
We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (*****)
He ain't 'bout it if he talkin' (Not at all)
He ain't 'bout it if he talkin'
Nigga, this a fun fact
After a hundred mil', I'm done rappin'
Moncler for my son jacket (He got all of 'em)
He got the Burberry and Wop too (All of 'em)
Fresh off the yard, I'm on iTunes (Dugg)
*****, I'm hot but it is not June (It's March)
Came from the bottom, now we at the top (Ayy)
*****, you a bum, long live Mox (Long live mother****ing Mox)
*****, you a bum, long live Mox (Nigga)
Dog food, yeah *****, we workin'
We want all blues, we just got out from the offices
And I keep a four-Nikki, AKA Ms. Parker
Once they put a ***** on me, it's hard to get her off me
Dog food, yeah *****, we workin'
We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (*****)
He ain't 'bout it if he talkin' (Not at all)
He ain't 'bout it if he talkin'
