Naledge

Piggyback
You can catch me sipping Remy with some bougy hoes Once they drunk, shit, you won't know they bougy, though Smoking skunk shit, all they eyes is usually low Listening to 36 and they dropping low I love my life, I love my life, my squad be getting it in Free bottles up in VIP, I don't want this to end Tryna find my way up in some Gucci hoe Sloppy drunk but I'm acting like who you should know Laying up at the trunk, blowing Cuban smoke Story of your life, LOL, you's a joke Rap the only game that pays to be a fucking fraud Sell your soul when the Devil never paid it all Nigga, motherfucker, radio They don't motherfucker play me, though Stream me on the internet, college show, be giving that I'm a star, bitch, I'm a star, find me in the sky with my intellect I'm riding lax up on the Lex show Hey, Anna May, come meet this cake, hoe Hetty Cane Jr., boy, I still got it I kicking raps if I ain't seeing profit Douchebag looking like fuck it in You don't like my raps, nigga, fuck it in Broad, you can come but I won't fuck your friend I only let you come 'cause you got daddy's Benz I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole Lifting her jaw, now she swallowing my tad pole SongtexteTV show about your throat, babysitter's club All my friends is millionaires, bitch, I be getting love Piggyback stunting, shit, I'm piggyback fucking I think I'm lax still, Mr. Marcus Naledge bomb, this shit's the hardest Aus Songtexte Mania