Uh yea
Uhhh wehhh
Winter angel in snow
Next to the pole
Ahh wehhh
Go
Got a view by the beach man this shit get old
I've been cruising down the streets in my new 64
Think there's something in the air now let it snow
Told me grab her by her hair well okay
I need a
Milly a show
Doc let me know that my livvy go blow
King of jungle I'm Himothy Jones
Shit I'm goat blessing my city I'm really the pope I'm winning
Can't make no money through talent and hope
Get on your knees I'll show you ropes
Yea Sincity
I think I'm winning this yuh
Shooting these zombies like Syndicate Uhhhh
I'm getting higher than King da Kah
Niggas is sick that they slippin the sauce
Bitches head big cause they think they the cause
What came first the wrist or the car
Pop me a perc and I profit my scars
Lala and Zaza the city of stars Ahh
Got a view by the beach man this shit get old
I've been cruising down the streets in a new 64
Think there's something in the air Yuh
In the
I'mma grab her by the hair yuh well okay
Ran out of morals it's true what would I do when I run out of food
Kicked all my family up out of the coup
Can't tell me the truth love in the crew that's what I do
I got no jumper still shooting the play promoting hate whatever takes
Credit my card let it go to the moon head out to Wash watching the zoo
Copped me artist like here's my cacoon fan of the chune bride to the groom
Walk in my step shorty take what I give the drank NDA she pleading for fifth
Slave to my label but pretty to kids rub on the genie the future is stiff
We can't let you leave getting our licks
We never are full proud to be pigs
No loop in this hole put on a show
Put out the single the shit better blow
Giving you dope cause you wanna be Doja Cat
I got your choker on froze
Sell me your soul and I'll show you the code
Fill up the pump have you shoot like D Rose
Sell me your soul and I'll show you the code
Fill up the pump have you shoot like D Rose
Said word to my momma said word to my diddy
I'm making them sing and I'm giving them fifty
They know I'm the master got publishing with me
I'm sonning them all of my daughters and pickney
Funding the vision my LLC hid me
Just gossip and rumours it's marketing silly
Mark on my neck so you know what we on
Singing the melody cannot be wrong
Industry planted you next to Leray
Pockets is different desire won't wait
Air out the problems and sedative hate
Go back to Wash if you run out of paint
Industry planted you next to Leray
Pockets is different desire won't wait
Air out the problems and sedative hate
Go back to Wash if you run out of paint oh
Yea it's just like I'm the dyke Lil Wayne
I need a
Apple bottom in my hands
Waist line put me in a trance
Introduce me to your friends
Room full of baddies and I'm going ham
Throw me ten and I'll do my dance
Do do do do do yea
Sincity