Текст песни
Sorry I lied to you
I just wanna go to Arizona
I pull up with the right hoe
My neck look like a light show
And you know that we blowing up
Bitch you know that we going up DBC L2R 1 of 1
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Yeah Yeah
It's fashion
We cashing
You know we make it happen
These n*ggas they stay cappin
We ballin shoot for baskets
Baby girl yeah she know that im not average
I'ma ball like I play for the Mavericks
Yeah you know that he buggin on madness
Gang yeah
Yeah you know that he buggin on madness
I'ma ball like I play for the Magics
Got the clip and that shit automatic
And they see L2R on my body
1 of 1 so a n*gga is taxing
Got a cottie she built like a Barbie
But I swear she not made out of plastic
Shit can get tragic
Yeah shout out the n*ggas who doubted me
Wouldn't be here without 'em'
Member when n*ggas was clowning me
But now they be tapped in
Yeah only my brothers surrounding me
Wouldn't be here without 'em'
Yeah told that boy stop talking down on me
Or get turned to a caption
Yeah music money bitches
Can't forget about the fashion
Yeah music money bitches
Can't forget about the
Fashion
We did a whole lot of shit that they
Imagine
We going straight to the moon
Yes we passed them
Top of the morning we get straight to it ain't no slacking
Get up and just get locked in
I try to tell em' to look at the goal
Money abundance the money just come
History where we going
She said I'm 1 of 1 ain't mad about that
I pull up with the right hoe
My neck look like a light show
And you know that we blowing up
Bitch you know that we going up
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