Shadow Solange

Lyrics
Double park on the lawn and then hope out of a Benz like Solange Gone in sixty seconds in the wind till I'm on Crawling through the night In all my sins I'm reborn If niggas try to get me for my chip, then I'm gon' respond Am I on? Mic check, two, three, turn me on Know a tall yellow redbone that really turn me on Put me on Bonita Applebum put me on I'm come swinging through your residential region like a slum He a bum Can't even afford to show no love He a scum Hitchhiking, sticking out your thumb When it's all said and done, I'm gon' always be the one I be posted up, waiting for residuals to come Going dumb, I'm the shit Got the runs, I need tums Fuck my lungs up with reefer by the ton, but I don't cough Ah-ha-hum, you don't get that check like me Don't check for, don't question me Don't pester me, don't bother me Don't lecture me You don't ever tag me in no subs Quit neglecting me My partner just connected me He plugging for the seventy I won't let no weenie nigga liar say he threatened me Don't message me for shit if it ain't gon' contain a check for me Ah-hum If niggas gon' try to attack me for my charm, I'm gon' respond If she send me the address, I'm gon' pull up till dawn She pressured me to text now she don't ever respond Applying too much pressure, why you don't know what you want? What you want? A bad yellowbone in East Saint Laurant We still booming in the Deadzone, Division Ubisoft My new it got hella leg room, I'm buying hella cars If niggas try to get me for my chip, I'm gon' respond I'm tired of being dissed by niggas who ain't dropped no songs I no longer have sympathy if you ain't on your job The planet saw me struggling, the spirits threw a lob You cancel out your blessings on your own, you fucken fraud If she don't call me back, I turn a princess into a swan Otherwise, I'm always winning to they call me [?] I'm walking inside her kitchen with my heart across my arms All this weed I'm smoking, look like I work at a farm Blowing up my line, don't keep asking where you going? We might show our side if you keep asking where you from? Applying too much pressure, why you don't know what you want? Going dumb, I'm the shit Got the runs, I need tums Ah-ha-hum I feel like a giant, bitch Fee-fi-fo-fum
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Credits
- Producers
- Aura (Producer)
- Money Montage