Lyrics LOL - El Londo , CMillano , Smith Blaxk , Namani
LOL
She
wanna
fuck
I
might
as
well
She
wanna
a
man
I
treat
her
well
I
say
hello
just
like
Adele
We
independent
making
bread
Fuck
your
feelings
don′t
need
creds
Me
and
milly
breaking
heads
Fuck
your
feelings
don't
need
creds
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
I′m
off
the
smoke
The
ami
is
hitting
my
head
Assault
manna
flavours
they
up
in
my
chest
Best
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain't
got
bread
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain't
got
bread
Too
many
racks
Can′t
tell
you
ain′t
had
nutting
like
that
Turn
on
the
phone
I'm
hitting
the
stain
You′re
calling
my
shit
You
getting
that
back
You're
playing
for
your
keeps
That′s
levels
of
chat
You
best
keep
it
a
buck
You
best
keep
it
a
stack
You
giving
me
talk
I
don't
like
that
Watch
your
mouth
Not
long
till
you
get
whacked
Nigga
been
thinking
I′m
wanting
his
hoe
But
I'm
calling
that
bit
Cah
a
nigga
wants
brizz
Best
slow
your
roll
the
top
is
lit
Don't
do
well
with
no
politics
Lord
forgive
me
for
my
sins
I
stole
that
shit
what
an
honest
lick
Live
my
life
like
50
Cent
If
man
ain′t
dying
man′s
getting
rich
LOL
She
wanna
fuck
I
might
as
well
She
wanna
a
man
I
treat
her
well
I
say
hello
just
like
Adele
We
independent
making
bread
Fuck
your
feelings
don't
need
creds
Me
and
milly
breaking
heads
Fuck
your
feelings
don′t
need
creds
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
I'm
off
the
smoke
The
ami
is
hitting
my
head
Assault
manna
flavours
they
up
in
my
chest
Best
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain′t
got
bread
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain't
got
bread
Been
a
long
time
since
I
flown
so
cold
on
a
beat
So
I
guess
imma
make
that
cryo
I
ain′t
got
time
for
the
math
But
tryna
find
a
path
to
the
the
p
Might
invest
in
crypto
Niggas
getting
silly
with
the
figures
Like
Neo
Wall
Street
Leo
Hold
tight
dios
Shotting
all
the
bars
in
my
vault
via
distro
Imma
a
movie
out
this
shit
like
Tarantino
I
cannot
settle
for
less
I
ain't
really
impressed
if
she
showing
me
love
for
the
flex
Shawty
a
baddie
she
ten
outta
ten
I
might
take
her
to
mummy
Cuz
she
knows
me
best
Spray
all
the
pests
I
do
not
chill
with
no
leeches
That's
wess
I′m
making
3′s
on
repeat
like
I'm
Steph
Super
Namani
the
S
on
my
chest
Bro
said
he
ain′t
got
no
scooby
How
I
make
tunes
never
come
all
looney
More
time
always
felt
like
the
goonie
Fake
friends
it
weren't
love
like
it
should
be
Yeh
trust
me
all
the
love
far
fetched
When
I
walk
man
I
watch
my
steps
(LOL
I
get
it
yes)
(LOL
she
wanna
sex)
LOL
She
wanna
fuck
I
might
as
well
She
wanna
a
man
I
treat
her
well
I
say
hello
just
like
Adele
We
independent
making
bread
Fuck
your
feelings
don′t
need
creds
Me
and
milly
breaking
heads
Fuck
your
feelings
don't
need
creds
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
I′m
off
the
smoke
The
ami
is
hitting
my
head
Assault
manna
flavours
they
up
in
my
chest
Best
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain't
got
bread
Air
a
nigga
what
he
said
LOL
You
ain't
got
bread
LOL
I′m
screaming
LOL
2016
they
were
hating
on
me
But
now
they
be
asking
for
loads
Lay
down
the
claps
and
the
808s
Got
ayrtn
slapping
in
Rhodes
Sorry
my
guy
I′m
late
just
wait
one
sec
I'll
be
there
in
a
mo
One
mo
I′ll
be
there
in
a
sec
I
was
just
labbing
with
frenzy
Hold
up
I
was
just
labbing
with
beck
We
can
just
do
it
in
ends
see
But
you
know
that
a
man
down
to
trek
Now
they
all
wanna
befriend
me
But
back
they
they
just
disrespect
If
I
like
you
unfriendly
So
I
guess
you
better
step
correct
(LOL)
(LOL)
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