The Black L.A.B - Dash

Fuck it I'm feeling myself
I'm gonna burn away all of my old mistakes
Take out the trash I'ma throw em away
Count up money, lettin' go of the Waste, yuh
This shit go deeper than passion
My dick about to explode on her face, uh
Shorty be mad cause she wanna go toe up
And I'm in a zone with the bass, Uh
She gimme happiness but nigga sad cause I'm like hella over the race
Family fuckin' wit my happy face
You gon wanna see my happy face
Walkin' round like I'm mad nigga
I ain't mad, I just got some cash to make
Fuck is you doin' distracting me?
I'm tryina focus, you aggravating'

I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas
I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas

Fuck is you doing if you don't evolve
I'm tryina float, watch the shit dissolve
It's a whole lotta waves in the sauce
A1, Baby lickin' it off (come on)
She'd just rather eat it with her paws (eat it up)
Give her a reason to come twice
If she come twice, it gon cost
I'ma beat the hide like a stowaway
Acrobatic, Cirque Du Soleil
See if we could vibe for a whole day
If she talk trash it's a throw away like
I don't wanna none of these hoe problems
I'm going broke just to go solve em'
I'm steady loc'ed outta yo nonsense
So hold your own baby, watch

I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas
I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas

Made a deal wit a fake dread headed snake
Bled n' let it cake
Waited for the money pile, but shit was heavy dead weight
FLOT-W see me I'm comin for every plaque and every plate
I couldn't give fuck about a fake band
Just as long as they ain't in my bank
Tell me why people undercut the underdog
Take advantage from the rest of us, God
Kill you and Jesus, it's a double cross
I'm ain't keeping secrets, it's a dummy loss
Shit is some blasphemy
I don't know so don't be asking me
She got a nice aftertaste
Oh my, if that's the pace

I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas
I dont want nothing from nobody
I go to work, this is yo hobby
I made a jungle out the whole lobby
I pray to God the Devil won't stop me
Tryina get money and put a lil bag away
I'm tryina mash
Pick up on a lil stash
We got some cash to make
Step on the gas

Written by:
Levi Brown

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