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๐Ÿ‘ค Xhulooo โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ NVRLAST โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:56
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โฑ๏ธ 2:56 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Drivers, start your engines!

Ah, yeah

Why she call me papa? (Uh)
No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
Money standing up straight, It got good posture
Shrimp with the pasta
That girl she a baba
Whole gang getting guala
Put that on my momma
Steady countin' commas
We don't do the drama
Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
I do what I wanna
Rock out like Nirvana

Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
We gon' take his life
Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)

(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)

Ah, yeah

Why she call me papa? (Uh)
No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
Money standing up straight, It got good posture
Shrimp with the pasta
That girl she a baba
Whole gang getting guala
Put that on my momma
Steady countin' commas
We don't do the drama
Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
I do what I wanna
Rock out like Nirvana

Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
We gon' take his life
Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)

(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)

(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)
(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:27.74] Drivers, start your engines!
[00:36.40] Ah, yeah
[00:38.07] Why she call me papa? (Uh)
[00:39.40] No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
[00:40.97] Money standing up straight, It got good posture
[00:43.89] Shrimp with the pasta
[00:45.14] That girl she a baba
[00:46.71] Whole gang getting guala
[00:48.22] Put that on my momma
[00:50.20] Steady countin' commas
[00:51.41] We don't do the drama
[00:52.73] Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
[00:55.81] I do what I wanna
[00:57.13] Rock out like Nirvana
[00:58.76] Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
[01:01.51] And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
[01:04.72] We gon' take his life
[01:05.72] Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
[01:07.56] You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
[01:10.22] I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
[01:13.37] We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
[01:16.21] Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
[01:19.40] Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)
[01:22.46] (Ooh, whew, ooh)
[01:25.68] Girl you could've said something
[01:26.70] Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
[01:27.96] No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
[01:30.84] She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
[01:34.05] (Ooh, whew, ooh)
[01:37.15] Girl you could've said something
[01:38.45] Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
[01:39.78] No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
[01:42.65] She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
[01:45.71] Ah, yeah
[01:48.87] Why she call me papa? (Uh)
[01:50.23] No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
[01:51.53] Money standing up straight, It got good posture
[01:54.44] Shrimp with the pasta
[01:55.96] That girl she a baba
[01:57.28] Whole gang getting guala
[01:58.89] Put that on my momma
[02:00.78] Steady countin' commas
[02:02.02] We don't do the drama
[02:03.32] Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
[02:06.49] I do what I wanna
[02:07.78] Rock out like Nirvana
[02:09.31] Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
[02:11.60] And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
[02:15.06] We gon' take his life
[02:16.63] Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
[02:18.26] You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
[02:21.03] I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
[02:23.95] We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
[02:26.85] Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
[02:29.79] Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)
[02:32.68] (Ooh, whew, ooh)
[02:34.46] Girl you could've said something
[02:37.37] Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
[02:38.66] No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
[02:41.73] She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
[02:44.61] (On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)
[02:53.16] (On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)
[02:56.45]

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