Pipe that shit up, TnT Where the fuck is Rod Wave? Hey
It´s November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Young nigga way outta state Fucked up, gettin´ over pain Look how far a nigga came You remember I ain´t had a thing Fucked up, walkin´ through the rain At the top of the game, should´ve seen the niggas I was tryna bring It´s crazy the way these niggas change Tell the city girl chill, you know baby mama know the deal She know I could beat that pussy Okay, let´s switch the subject Notice that both of my wrists is flooded I been grindin´ so hard, gеttin´ to this money I been working like I know the drought is coming Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday, you know I´m street running Okay, my daddy was a gangstеr, what the fuck that made me?
Niggas claiming that it´s love dawg but it can´t be Know I fell in love with guns by the age of thirteen And my pocket rocket on me, homie don´t reach Fuck dying in my Cuban link, I´m living in my Richard Millie I just finished my tour, what a wonderful feeling I got inside my bag and got out my feelings I´m out my feelings
Hey there everybody, what´s it like in your city? I´m a thousand miles away but look, tonight you look so pretty Yes you do, oh Times Square couldn´t shine as bright as you I swear, it´s true Look, look
Hey there everybody, don´t you worry about the distance I´m right here if you get lonely Give this song another listen, close your eyes Uh, listen to my voice, it´s my disguise By your, your side By your side By your side, yeah, yeah Watching you close
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