finals mvp - lil dre6o lyrics
[intro]
(sedpod trippin’ on this one)
(eli f*cked around and did it)
[chorus]
reason i don’t do interviews, they ask ’bout beef, no, i ain’t on that
askin’ me ’bout street sh*t, i won’t respond, no, i don’t know that
when you see me, better get on that, n*gga
told twin, “stop bullyin’ them n*ggas,” when we come through, they don’t blow back
spent nineteen hundred on my denim, they probably think dg a rugrat
know it go down in any club, you better watch the n*gga you mug at
don’t come ’round me with all that fake thrower sh*t, gon’ start a problem, uh
finals mvp, 2015, i’m iguodala
[verse]
speakin’ on my name, that ho wanna make a song, know i’ma call her
i just might change my name to b real quick to spank sh*t ’bout them dollars
i’m turnt in real life, got morе dollars than my followers
i caught the next ‘forе i even caught her name, just call her what you call it
already knowin’ you ain’t havin’ pape’, you stole that sh*t, talkin’ ’bout you bought it
these 7.62s do more than chop down trees, this b*tch get you get up off me
this ho keep talkin’ ’bout weddin’ ring, lil’ b*tch, that’s when you lost me
i think it’s time to start droppin’ them bags, know it’s gon’ cost me
said i couldn’t do a hundred, f*cked around, did that in my sleep
uh*huh, they knowin’ who to try, these n*ggas’ hoes prey on the weak
uh*uh, these n*ggas never bumped, but text my phone, talkin’ ’bout, “let’s meet”
ho can’t get nothin’ but a text back, ho, she don’t think we gon’ link
i told myself, “love her forever,” send a hundred shots ’bout tink
i don’t why he thinkin’ he clever, n*gga can’t outthink me
who got this n*gga think he a stepper? boy, you better lace up your cleats
i’m havin’ late night talks with the devil, that’s probably why i can’t sleep
ain’t even took no drugs today, probably why i can’t eat
she said if i leave, she gon’ die, let me know when you can’t breathe
he said he outside, we gon’ find him, tryna leave blood on the leaves
we like to walk down, f*ck them houses, no, that ain’t my cup of tea
say what? we havin’ bags for the low, tell ’em shop with us
uh*huh, know anything go nowhere, gotta come through us
uh*huh, know any bad b*tch around, i done got ’em wet, uh*huh
this n*gga ain’t no f*ckin’ demon, why you call him that? uh*huh
[chorus]
reason i don’t do interviews, they ask ’bout beef, no, i ain’t on that
askin’ me ’bout street sh*t, i won’t respond, no, i don’t know that
when you see me, better get on that, n*gga
told twin, “stop bullyin’ them n*ggas,” when we come through, they don’t blow back
spent nineteen hundred on my denim, they probably think dg a rugrat
know it go down in any club, you better watch the n*gga you mug at
don’t come ’round me with all that fake thrower sh*t, gon’ start a problem, uh
finals mvp, 2015, i’m iguodala
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