Pablo Neruda Lyrics

Gang

Nobody asked you

Don’t even talk too much

Whatever you do

Don’t even fucking judge

Ever miss someone, and you can’t even get in touch

If you is my fan, just know I love you so much

Do a free show, for my old hoes

Where my bitch tho

And I’m so fly no Heathrow

Gipsy in this bitch yeah you done know

On my ghost mode no Phyno

Shout my nigga rex ade fetty mofe kay

They’ll do anything if I say so

Papa I’m a rapper

And I big die Micheal dapper

Wang alexander

Yeah I got hoes I’m a farmer

Kappa, cop her Dolce and Gabbana

And her ass fat, she a clapper

Skeng call her messi

Cause I back her

Pull up with a hammer

Move like the president Obama

All about my bread no bama

She want my banana

I gave her banana

Got a kid for me

She want find me I vanished abracadabra

I don’t even fuck with no pauper

Shank him proper

Strike like drogba

Well known chopper

Gold no copper

Anything she wants or need I cop her

Everything she knows I taught her

She got good head she a nasty topper

All my niggas step all out in formation like 442

With a 4 man crew and the 4 man step in a 4 man coupe

If you get man vexed I’ll get man screwed

If you like jet li then I like banku

Dance like Poco Lee when my boys catch you but it’s not shaku

We’ll just shank you who the fuck are you

She sending me nudes on snap

Who would have thought that it was trap

It was a trap but I didn’t know

Codeine making me slow

You is a nasty little hoe

So cold I can make it snow

Pushing that white, kilo

Money in my pillow

Shout out my guys Amigo, in Bismarck archipelago

Say she want roll with the gang, oh no

Go return all the things you borrow

Say she loves me, oh no

But the eyes don’t lie, chico

I’m on top of the world

Top of world I’m on top of the world

Furthermore, young nigga rich like that body na jewelry store

I ain’t gone fall

I ain’t gone never fall yeah I did but not anymore

Nigga no dey form anymore

Nigga no dey talk anymore

Why you stressing me, stop vexing me

Can’t act like what u saying makes sense to me

No offense to me, your girl pecking me

Say my lines, buh buzzing than a bee

I ain’t stopping g, till I make my ma mama proud of me

Bitches follow me, labels calling me (why)

Wanna call me to your show pay advance fee

Nigga on a shopping spree Working on a law degree

Nigga I’m a prodigy, your girlfriend getting fond of me

Back that ass, girl twerk it all on me

This shit ain’t ordinary, you make sense you should be in the dictionary

I don’t get confused, don’t call a truce

I don’t say excuse, spill his juice

Boy your girlfriend so loose, dey seduce

Wet him up leave a bruise, lee like Bruce