Lyrics
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Hell froze over selling yola, cell phones blow up
Heaven knows I ghost from the ghetto, but now I roll up in a yellow Roma
The Rolls truck up to yellow brick road in the roaster
The gold's rosebud
The hos couldn't keep their composure
To see with a bro, sleep with a poser
I told her, RC Cola and Coca-Cola, but who needs to drink soda?
Telling lies at bedtime
Finesse the arm, Kevin Federline
Every line I fed them mesh together like bread and wine at the restaurant
I press mine like Gloria Estefan
Sexual vibes after neck massage
There was the headshot, now she got one eye like Fetty Wap
The Bob got a locked heavily like it's ready rock
That's her energy like Hennessy and Wock'
I break your hearts
Sparks out in Vegas from a racing car scraped like a skate park
Might take yo' favorite aunt, make her my baby mama
Thank God she ain't on my radar
Don't let me catch that bitch out in the open, I have her house broken
Send her at ya afterwards your house got broken and honey stole your shit
He was out of town and ain't noticed it
Cage note on the whip, but that's the homie shit
Spun brodie like vinyl with the Obi strip
Platinum Rollie on the lonely wrist
I'm only a pimp, shrimp lobster macaroni in the dish
We break a fist when my patience ain't wearing thin
The Bottega mixed with the leather knit
Headpin trigger on a Beretta, might let it rip
Bitch, you don't know who you messing with, we forever lit
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
But everything's gone wrong
I'm so-, try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
But everything's gone wrong
Hell froze over selling yola, cell phones blow up
Heaven knows I ghost from the ghetto, but now I roll up in a yellow Roma
The Rolls truck up to yellow brick road in the roaster
The gold's rosebud
The hos couldn't keep their composure
To see with a bro, sleep with a poser
I told her, RC Cola and Coca-Cola, but who needs to drink soda?
Telling lies at bedtime
Finesse the arm, Kevin Federline
Every line I fed them mesh together like bread and wine at the restaurant
I press mine like Gloria Estefan
Sexual vibes after neck massage
There was the headshot, now she got one eye like Fetty Wap
The Bob got a locked heavily like it's ready rock
That's her energy like Hennessy and Wock'
I break your hearts
Sparks out in Vegas from a racing car scraped like a skate park
Might take yo' favorite aunt, make her my baby mama
Thank God she ain't on my radar
Don't let me catch that bitch out in the open, I have her house broken
Send her at ya afterwards your house got broken and honey stole your shit
He was out of town and ain't noticed it
Cage note on the whip, but that's the homie shit
Spun brodie like vinyl with the Obi strip
Platinum Rollie on the lonely wrist
I'm only a pimp, shrimp lobster macaroni in the dish
We break a fist when my patience ain't wearing thin
The Bottega mixed with the leather knit
Headpin trigger on a Beretta, might let it rip
Bitch, you don't know who you messing with, we forever lit
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
But everything's gone wrong
I'm so-, try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
Try to be good for you
But everything's gone wrong