Lyrics You Music - Koncept

You Music

I remember turning six
Knowin' that I’d be the shit
I was the best kid to kick ball
Walkin' down the halls with my headphones and Tim Dog
Girls couldn’t get off
Teachers used my class pick as the way to get up
That’s kinda coopy ain’t it but highly entertaining but
Yes the ladies let me, see she’s climbin' on the playground
Still ridin' in my limo, imagine all the time
When we droppin' off these singles but sure now
I’ve been so called since ten years old, with a cold shoulder
I was so older, but so doper, so dope in the eighth grade
With a girl that looked like she coined yoga
And so older, and fat Jova, Range Rover, we pull over
Once behind a church probably bad omens but don’t hold 'em
She called her mom on her phone when she rolled over
And she stayed on the line until the Sun was over
I’m the most appealin' ever since was dope dealer
And four-wheelin', I had a jeep that had no ceilin'
But still I lead brass the most feelings
Come from my heart which a girl liked
Prolly watching told you she had homework
Was at home, sending pics undernath that hoe skirt
Yeah this was high school, moved upstate
My mom thought it was best, that I leave Jackson Heights
Where I’d stay up late
And I’d tag cons sittin' in the bus trains
Getting into fights, coming home with the bloodstain
So took me upstate to get contained
But upstate got up at a drug game
Yeah it’s fucked up
It’s my «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
My «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
It’s my «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
My drug dealer now pays me to smoke his weed
Her boyfriend leaves the house so I can fuck his bitch
Once had a mongoose with the LS Remzi
No my private pilot is the chick that sucks my
My whole squad wearing black looking like we’re rich
Stitches hit my line ass getting the ball bricks
You didn’t hit my phone when I was down
But now you ring me up to ask for help when you sick?
Fuck off
Shit got me fucked up, shit got me fueled up
Layin' on my boat with a full cup
I’m gonna get full cup
My ex followed us at the show and she acted like a hoe
How she post her
Walkin' round the city see my posters
My face ingrained in your mind, closeup
Tellin' all your friends that you’re so tough
But when we are in public won’t approach us
It’s my «Fuck you» music
This is my «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
My «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
It’s my «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»
It’s my «Fuck you» music
I’ll fuck you to it
People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»