Lyrics Womp. (feat. Premo.Dee) - Lance Jackson.
Pull
up
in
some
thing
they
never
seen
before
like
Introduce
you
to
my
world
it's
foreign
just
like
Studio
the
gym
and
Fed
Ex
truck
is
where
I
bees
at
I
knock
down
every
door
and
you
still
asking
where
the
keys
at
Gossip
oh
I
fucking
hate
gossip
I
don't
need
that
He
at
places
they
imagine,
I'm
like
Max
I'm
with
the
dragons
I'm
the
Mac
who
split
your
Apple
close
your
book
like
where
your
keys
at
I'm
fucking
around
you
ducking
the
pressure,
I
still
apply
it
I
hate
applying
for
jobs
But
I'd
rather
be
sad
with
money
Than
depressed
and
broke
My
pockets
fat
they
obese
I
got
cheese,
I
got
bread,
I
got
these
I
got
those
I
got
head
in
this
rental
I
hold
Cause
like
a
month
ago
My
lil
hoopty
went
and
got
totaled
Damn
I
got
some
issues
that
I'm
solving
of
course
I
had
I
dream
I
hit
the
Grammys
and
won
all
the
awards
You
always
saying
something
but
I'm
tired
hearing
your
voice
You
sound
like
Charlie
Brown
parents
stop
talking
cause
it's
Similarities
show
differences
apart
from
our
ways
I
love
my
niggas
till
they
act
out
like
a
part
in
my
fade
I
got
memories
of
Teliviv
that
I
ain't
never
seen
So
preacher
man
please,
if
I
don't
rise
then
let
me
be
It
ain't
easy
on
my
side
I
can
clarify
yea
I'm
in
the
crib
momma
sees
me,
she
can
tell
I'm
high
yea
This
is
surface
level,
I've
been
in
a
sunken
place
By
the
time
that
I
find
my
way,
I
may
have
been
won
the
race
If
Sally
leaves
my
pockets
lone,
I
could
be
rich
by
May
But
separation
issues
strain
so
I
make
time
from
10-8
Consider
it
a
paper
chase,
but
it
feels
like
a
pay-to-play
Situations
pop
up
quick
Turn
around
like
they
beyblades
You
talk
a
lot
but
substance
lacks
So
I
ain't
hearing
shit
you
say
Every
time
your
mouth
it
moves
Sonically
it
stays
off
pace
like
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