L.O.E. Shimmy - Aretha Franklin
[Chorus: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eaglе, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gеt jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I'ma jump right on the beat and I just get to snappin', I swear that this rappin' my passion
I get to drippin', lil' bitch, I just might need a napkin, I'm spendin' them rackades on fashion
Brodie been lettin' 'em have it, he flippin' the packs in the trap, he been doin' gymnastics
I hit your bitch from the back, she was callin' me dad, had to tell the bitch, "I ain't your pappy"
We took a trip out to Cali and brought back them P's, brodie said, "Tell them niggas come tap in"
I got like fifty racks stuffed in my motherfuckin' jeans, nigga, don't even ask why I'm saggin'
Niggas be broke as a bitch, they ain't gettin' no cheese, man, I swear that they really be slackin'
Chasin' that money, for that shit, you know I'm a fiend, man, I swear to God I gotta have it
You say you happy 'cause I made it happen, but when I was broke, you was laughin'
Gettin' that money, I'm stackin' it up 'til my shit tall as Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah, I might pop a lil' shit, but I'm keepin' it cool, I am not with the braggin'
Run up some money and blow it, I don't gotta show it, they already know that I'm havin'
Nigga, look what I done started, Luh Tyler an artist, I'm smokin' on gas like Bob Marley
Shittin' on niggas, I'm sorry, I bust down a Rollie, I got a boss bitch, she want Carti
Book a flight out to Cali to see my lil' bitch, kinda thinkin' 'bout wifin' lil' shawty
Rip her right out the plastic, I swear she a baddie, man, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
[Chorus: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eagle, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd get jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 2: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Gon' hit the top, now we havin' and we livin' lavish
I bust my whole team down in Pateks
They send a diss, they get havoc, get squished like a maggot
She bounce on that dick like a rabbit
I want that Maybach truck matted and I'm gonna grab it
This lil' bitch keep callin' me daddy
I'ma get mama a big house somewhere in the hills
And I'm grindin' to make sure it happen
I'ma get right on the beat and express how I feel
I'ma jump on this bitch with some passion
She let me fuck once I met her, her head game is special
I pick her up in that G Wagen
I'm on my grind, I won't let up, my foot on the pedal
My switches shoot fire like a dragon
I'm on a whole 'nother level
These rappers can't see me, lil' mama, I'm not tryna brag
Oh, these niggas can't see me, I swear I'm so deep in my bag
Oh, was ridin' in that Buick, and now I pull up in that Jag
Oh, these niggas wan' be me, but there ain't no stealin' my swag
Oh, my FN hold blitzes, I ride with that shit in my bag
I hit the gas in that Demon, it sound like it farted
I pull up, the party get started
I took the short bus to school 'cause my flow so retarded
Real soon, I'ma bust down that Carti
Labels keep callin' my phone tryna offer me M's
I'ma finish this bitch where I started
And I love Pablo so much like my mama done had him
I swear this shit can't be departed
[Outro: Luh Tyler]
On God
Yeah, nigga, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
Rip her right out the plastic, yeah
Yeah, my bitch a Barbie, nigga, ayy
Yeah
Ski
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eaglе, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gеt jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I'ma jump right on the beat and I just get to snappin', I swear that this rappin' my passion
I get to drippin', lil' bitch, I just might need a napkin, I'm spendin' them rackades on fashion
Brodie been lettin' 'em have it, he flippin' the packs in the trap, he been doin' gymnastics
I hit your bitch from the back, she was callin' me dad, had to tell the bitch, "I ain't your pappy"
We took a trip out to Cali and brought back them P's, brodie said, "Tell them niggas come tap in"
I got like fifty racks stuffed in my motherfuckin' jeans, nigga, don't even ask why I'm saggin'
Niggas be broke as a bitch, they ain't gettin' no cheese, man, I swear that they really be slackin'
Chasin' that money, for that shit, you know I'm a fiend, man, I swear to God I gotta have it
You say you happy 'cause I made it happen, but when I was broke, you was laughin'
Gettin' that money, I'm stackin' it up 'til my shit tall as Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah, I might pop a lil' shit, but I'm keepin' it cool, I am not with the braggin'
Run up some money and blow it, I don't gotta show it, they already know that I'm havin'
Nigga, look what I done started, Luh Tyler an artist, I'm smokin' on gas like Bob Marley
Shittin' on niggas, I'm sorry, I bust down a Rollie, I got a boss bitch, she want Carti
Book a flight out to Cali to see my lil' bitch, kinda thinkin' 'bout wifin' lil' shawty
Rip her right out the plastic, I swear she a baddie, man, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
[Chorus: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eagle, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd get jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 2: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Gon' hit the top, now we havin' and we livin' lavish
I bust my whole team down in Pateks
They send a diss, they get havoc, get squished like a maggot
She bounce on that dick like a rabbit
I want that Maybach truck matted and I'm gonna grab it
This lil' bitch keep callin' me daddy
I'ma get mama a big house somewhere in the hills
And I'm grindin' to make sure it happen
I'ma get right on the beat and express how I feel
I'ma jump on this bitch with some passion
She let me fuck once I met her, her head game is special
I pick her up in that G Wagen
I'm on my grind, I won't let up, my foot on the pedal
My switches shoot fire like a dragon
I'm on a whole 'nother level
These rappers can't see me, lil' mama, I'm not tryna brag
Oh, these niggas can't see me, I swear I'm so deep in my bag
Oh, was ridin' in that Buick, and now I pull up in that Jag
Oh, these niggas wan' be me, but there ain't no stealin' my swag
Oh, my FN hold blitzes, I ride with that shit in my bag
I hit the gas in that Demon, it sound like it farted
I pull up, the party get started
I took the short bus to school 'cause my flow so retarded
Real soon, I'ma bust down that Carti
Labels keep callin' my phone tryna offer me M's
I'ma finish this bitch where I started
And I love Pablo so much like my mama done had him
I swear this shit can't be departed
[Outro: Luh Tyler]
On God
Yeah, nigga, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
Rip her right out the plastic, yeah
Yeah, my bitch a Barbie, nigga, ayy
Yeah
Ski
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