MONEY KING
• Written by SKY_B
Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though
Y'all niggas come last, I'm first though
I keep a level head, Gettin high layin low
People love Hodgy I hate you though
Still lay low between the treble and the bass though
Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though
No choke holds from me though,
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
McKoo, Why you be sucking dick
fuck em up with my dick
sucking lyrically and rhythmically tucking under artistically
That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something
That's life shit alright, shit, I could call you right quick
Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
Go crazy when she hear music
Stupid, dumb 'n undeserving, shit's worthless.
Tryna challenge me with your dumb rhymes
Fuck u dumb nigga watch who your challenge with
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SKY_B
Member since September 28 2020