Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

Oh, all of my favorite scars Love covers you up in a landslide Love pulls you under like a riptide Love's when you crash trying to hang glide Love's when you run and then there's no light Love is a sword when you've got no defense Love is the rock we

Aye, you ain't never sell no work How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh Uh, you ain't never snatched no car I ain't living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh Uh, you ain't never pull no

Pull me from the void Trapped beneath the tie of noise Pathetic world I must destroy Please, pull me from the void An uphill battle I must climb So, pull me from the void Commandingness, you find yourself in time I smash the shackles, God above me

Du musst blasen wie bei den Spielen von Super Nintendo Und ich starte in deiner Hood jetzt ein Kugel-Inferno Die Kugeln trafen deinen Kopf und deinen Pulli von Kenzo Ohne Gnade, ich hol' das Dinero wie Nurmagomedow (ey, ey, ey) Ich hol' das Dinero wie

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

Girl you gonna think You gonna think I invented sex Girl when I get you to the crib (get to the crib) Upstairs to the bed (upstairs to the bed) Girl when I pull back them sheets And you climb on top of me This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of

Goin' mobile Keep me moving When I'm mobile I'm going home And when I want to go home, I'm going mobile Well I'm gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, I can stop in any street

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

Pull your little arrows out Stuck me with a sickness Let me live my life Watch out Cupid The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play