HT.Vezzy - Ona mission (feat. YermTeam Paw)
Yeah, we on a mission, bitch, we tryna get a ticket I just told a lil hoe, we cannot fuck, I don't do mission
These niggas, they be itchin', always beggin' for attention got your hand out, you aren't there, I needed you to listen
We on a mission, bitch, we tryna get a ticket I just told a lil hoe, we cannot fuck, I don't do mission
These niggas, they be itchin', always beggin' for attention got your hand out, you aren't there, I needed you to listen
Ballin' ain't a crime, that's the mission baby, don't get it twisted, I ain't trickin', just a nigga politic
Before you jump up in this shit, just know the difference I'm used to them dirty dishes, granny snapping
Get the fuck up out my kitchen, mama youngin' so you know I had to get it, don't beef with none of you niggas
On a paper roll, like dolph how much I'm gettin' after every flip, I send them to my niggas
Answer the phone for my nigga just to let him know how much I really miss him Judge gave my nigga ten, he just been sittin
Fuck showing some love, when they killed my Nigga slick that she went with him I tell my bitch I don't know nothin' about no mentions
Fuck how you be feelin', my mind on a million Hef gallery for the summer, I'm cold-hearted for the winter
I got a plan just like Andy Milonakis Baby, you just can't stop us
Plain T, but its Givenchy, I'm cocky said he want it, but I'm taxin' on the mileage
Baby, I'm bein' honest, don't do no mission please don't trip don't get too wildling
Yeah, Deuce ain't got her feelin' loose, this ain't Grey Goose I told her she the one and I'm the two, bae, it's me and you
Jakes thought I was a dumb nigga, had to play it cool Went from trappin', triple stackin', made the deans list at my school
My girl, nice and chocolate, coulda went to LSU, on the phone with my pops, he told me, better keep her too
Andy told me, son, you ain't never built a fuckin' loop grindin' a monster, you gotta have patience
Niggas that be talkin', but they never really say shit these niggas on my dick, I don't know why these niggas hate
Stack 100, never fought, I don't know how these niggas fake I never hear my name in drama, probably be a snake
Can't focus on my chicken, I ain't worry about who racin' or takin' but I'll get you cooked up like bacon
Used to put all my problems in my wood and I faced it we on the missin', we just tryna get a ticket
I just tell the lil' hoe, we cannot fuck, I don't do mischief these niggas itchin', they be beggin' for attention
Got your hand out, you in there, I needed you to listen we on the missin', we just tryna get a ticket
I just tell the lil' hoe, we cannot fuck, I don't do mischief these niggas itchin', they be beggin' for attention
Got your hand out, you in there, I needed you to listen
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Jacarey drake
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