OnlyBobbyLee - American Muscles

I'm clocking out like Flavor Flav
This gold on my neck do amazing things
Bitch we aint scared
Doing donuts in rain
Got red in my eyes
I can't hide all of this pain
Switching my style cuz they biting my shit
Fronto and I'm lighting the shit
Dress well and she like it and shit
She just call it enticing and shit
God damn
How do I manage
I aint waiting
I'm upping my standards
Guapanese and they don't understand it
Got some dough and a nigga just fanned it
Shoot movies a nigga just panned it
Everything double they coming in tandem
Everything double niggas in trouble
American fleece and American muscle
I can't back down
I got a sack now
I can't back down
I got a
We can't back down
I got a sack now
We can't back down
I got a
I got a
I got a
I got a sack now
We can't back down
We can't back down
We can't
I can't back down
I got a sack now
Dropped yo friends bout bread
Ask me bout what love cost
No harm
No foul
The game been the game
It aint no love lost
Im mindin my mind
Getting closer to lofts
Nah
The real ones nigga
Jet out to jersey
Sicilian with me
Make a killing with bud
Bro killing with Whitney
I told him to chill
But he thinking I'm silly
Working my work
And still sucking a titty
Blind leading blind
But I they can feel me
Braille nipples on the Brazilian wit me
Stay in your lane
What I did up in Tiffany's
Dressing room action
That perc gave me energy
Say she a fan
Imma fuck her like ten of me
Shoot to the uber
It smell like dispensary
Moving and grooving still shoot at an enemy
I'm watchin they movement
They thinking I'm stupid
When I came in this bitch I came as a student
You aint using your brain then you planning to lose it
Fuck all that talking boy show me them racks
Niggas got lapped and turned into rats
Caught on the fork these niggas some dorks
Trying to be so important they end up court
Yeah
I was the one
I was the one that trap in the sun
I was the one the son of a gun
I was the one who fucked on a nun
Yeah
Kid that did
Fuck on that bitch then punch her a wig
My niggas is scamming your niggas is pigs
Pull up in your town prolly leave with a ten
Healthy
Wealthy
Young rich and success
Paper on my pedestal
I'm so far a head of you
You fly and handsome
All my diamonds dancing
Trapping out a mansion
I'm thinking expansion
It was told to you and it was told to me
That a bad thick bitch would propose to me
But I can't marry her because money married to me
And if I die right now my sons inherit the cheese

Written by:
Anthony Bryant, Bobby Caldwell, Donovan Davenport

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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