In W1:11 We Trust
Lyrics
Never switching sides baby only switching gears
Thurlest one that I know live up in the mirror
She spit on the tip like it's a souvenir
Hold up
Let me make myself clear
When a young prince talking do not interrupt
I created this life bitch I ain't in a rush
We're making moves over here we keep it on the hush
All my rays wilding' and they do too much
Don't step on no cracks no don't press ya luck
The breed got my back they'll get yo mama touched
How many years we got get if they pop the trunk
My n-ggas pull up 10 deep smelling like the skunk
Aura on me Giannis talking big Bucks
I remember all them nights I was grinding while I was in a slump
Me and my team scheming before this shit would even jump
Working on the telly tryn' get that shit in the clubs
I put this shit together, Grand Plan, In Will We Trust
Now model bitches blow my line tryn' get stuffed
She go down faster than I did off the top bunk
She got Chanel draped all over them d-cups
Light speed, No these n-ggas can't keep up
On a different plane, these n-ggas can't reach us
These pussies probably wishing that I'd ease up
See these conditions that they keep us
Fuck that I ain't got' ease up
Fuck that I win't got ease up
Never switching sides baby only switching gears
Thurlest one that I know live up in the mirror
She spit on the tip like it's a souvenir
Hold up
Let me make myself clear
When a young prince talking do not interrupt
I created this life bitch I ain't in a rush
We're making moves over here we keep it on the hush
All my rays wilding' and they do too much
Don't step on no cracks no don't press ya luck
The breed got my back they'll get yo mama touched
How many years we got get if they pop the trunk
My n-ggas pull up 10 deep smelling like the skunk
Aura on me Giannis talking big Bucks
I remember all them nights I was grinding while I was in a slump
Me and my team scheming before this shit would even jump
Working on the telly tryn' get that shit in the clubs
I put this shit together, Grand Plan, In Will We Trust
Now model bitches blow my line tryn' get stuffed
She go down faster than I did off the top bunk
She got Chanel draped all over them d-cups
Light speed, No these n-ggas can't keep up
On a different plane, these n-ggas can't reach us
These pussies probably wishing that I'd ease up
See these conditions that they keep us
Fuck that I ain't got' ease up
Fuck that I win't got ease up
Writer(s): Miguel Feliciano
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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