Letras
I ain't really wit the rah rah
Pillow talk or folly
Gibberish this shit no habla
You don't have to call me
I was never down to la-la
Singing to no police
I was never down to la-la-la
No hymnal on the homie
I ain't really wit the rah rah
Pillow talk or folly
Gibberish this shit no habla
You don't have to call me
I was never down to la-la
Singing to no police
I was never down to la-la-la
No hymnal on the homie
Case closed imma hold this button down for sure
I'm United with good measure
I'm your POTUS I'm your pope
Silly niggas what's your code
What's her digits I just figured I should know
Who the singer, they give figures for your soul
You said no, they grip triggers Let you know
Shit ain't giggles what's the joke
Well well, do tell, shit I thought so
Last lost hope, the skywalk flow
If I fought folk, Ceez best be the last thought though
I ain't Shkrelli wit no tad-a
He don't have no cure
He ain't Jesus, he ain't Allah
And you ain't really sure
He ain't fucking round with my guys
He don't really tote
He ain't really got no mob ties
And he don't want no smoke
I ain't really wit the rah rah
Pillow talk or folly
Gibberish this shit no habla
You don't have to call me
I was never down to la-la
Singing to no police
I was never down to la-la-la
No hymnal on the homie
I ain't really wit the rah rah
Pillow talk or folly
Gibberish this shit no habla
You don't have to call me
I was never down to la-la
Singing to no police
I was never down to la-la-la
No hymnal on the homie
Breed swine that cut throat
I seen signs they poach
These street laws on kosher