Luh Dawson - Certified Hustler

I feel like durball, living like my twin, long live YJOHN
I get paper cut my cheese, like it's some Parmesan
I get so much green, I got these folks tryna
mow my lawn
Bad bitch want me to swing her arms, like she hit the quan Jump on me, that bitch light my entire
That bruh must've been a lil' baby, talm bout pass da fire
Yk I be in that lil bih mouth like a pacifier
Yes, I got on Vans, I'm not off the wall, bitch, I'm off that wire
Man, I look like Quan, people cuz I'm O.Z. This lil' girl told me to pull up like I'm
Lil' Mosey
lil' bruh stay talm, bout bread like cuh you owe me
Five star ride me like I'm stolen, she ain't got no keys
Man, it ugly, give me dome like her name is Skelly
When I be makin' it rain, pockets lookin' lovely
Since that lil' bit wanna dance, I might make ha hit the duggy
All these people bogus, why they pockets smell like monty
I don't wanna talk, I'm in that mode, in that mode
Make that lil' bit fold, eat me up, then took my soul
When she saw me, she got super, I give ha a bowl
You can't see me without a coat, cuz i'm Way too cold
Oh my God, that boy is speakin' hella hot, out his breath
She eat me up like curry, want me to nut in her like Steph
All my pockets blue, that's how you know that gang ain't left
I'm with a white girl right now, I think her name is Beth
Feel like durball livin' like my twin, long live YJOHN
I get paper, cut my cheese like it's some Parmesan
I get so much green, I got these Folks tryna mow my lawn
Bad bitch with me, swing' her arms like she hit the Quan

Written by:
Dawson Rodgers

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