YA PROFESSOR Lyrics

Ya

Spark the spliff up

Tell them broke niggas to the left get they bread up

Ya

Ya

Ya

Don't worry bout me

Go get ya bread up

Ride around town

With the get money steppers

You can keep the bitch

My next baddie gon be better

Riding in a Beamer

Every seat in this bihh leather

Ice up on my body

I be cold in hot weather

Zaza gas the weed

I can't smoke if it ain't pressure

Counting up the breesh

With the glocky on the dresser

I can give you game

If you make me your professor

Bitch want a bag

Cause she see a nigga up

I just want to drink

What I put inside my cup

I can't give you love

Baby all that shit a dub

I already fucked

So you know you out of luck

Gotta keep it P

Baby you know what it was

Benjamin my nigga he gon turn her to a slut

Nigga you don't know me

why you tellin me wassup?

Taking all these drugs got me moving like I'm stuck

CC

I done got too breeshy

I done made live easy

Bars on me like lil weezy

Green on me like luigi

Water on me figi

This no Mitsubishi

This a Lamborghini

Don't worry bout me

Go get ya bread up

Ride around town

With the get money steppers

You can keep the bitch

My next baddie gon be better

Riding in a Beamer

Every seat in this bihh leather

Ice up on my body

I be cold in hot weather

Zaza gas the weed

I can't smoke if it ain't pressure

Counting up the breesh

With the glocky on the dresser

I can give you game

If you make me your professor

I be fucking with em Haitian crips

that's really in the field

I be fucking on his bitch

And he don't even kno the real

Riding big body rolls Royce

Forgiato wheels

Time is money little nigga

I don't got no time to chill

We ain't buying no bottles

If it come without the seal

I ain't gon stop

Even when I make a mill

Bitch go catch a flight

We don't care on how you feel

Shady is the plug

That can serve you up a pill

In Miami with a Spanish bitch

on a jetski

Grinding with this ice

I be feeling like Wayne Gretzky

If I'm in a rolls Royce

Than bro in a Bentley

So much god damn money

Both my pockets never empty

Don't worry bout me

Go get ya bread up

Ride around town

With the get money steppers

You can keep the bitch

My next baddie gon be better

Riding in a Beamer

Every seat in this bihh leather

Ice up on my body

I be cold in hot weather

Zaza gas the weed

I can't smoke if it ain't pressure

Counting up the breesh

With the glocky on the dresser

I can give you game

If you make me your professor

In other news

There's a professor out in Miami

Teaching the ways of the drip and jwettology

Haven't heard of that one?

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