CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mansion
Oh, aye
We can have the mansion
Ayo, look
Uh
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin’ at life, but can’t imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up your own half
I sped, pull up anywhere with money on my head
I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads
I know some bitch niggas with problems they won’t address
You see I done lost my nigga ain’t no tellin’ where he went
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones
I know I could trust that bitch with twenty bands, that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh)
Pure cocaine, if it’s not it won’t get sold
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought some work, and my hoe bad, I am [?]
Now her niggas [?] they really thinkin’ that its raw (uh)
I was getting the pack all day for my pops (uh)
I was serving that crack cocaine in my moms house
(?) circle the trap all night, merry go round
Whatever they do the dark, might come to the light, if they talk about it
Betcha wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it
I could stomp it, racks up in these mics, don’t got illegal money
That nigga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming
I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her beat it honey
Got so many options can’t even decide, too many labels on me
Open the mansion and we livin’ life, nigga we made the money
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
We can have the mansion
Ayo, look
Uh
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin’ at life, but can’t imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up your own half
I sped, pull up anywhere with money on my head
I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads
I know some bitch niggas with problems they won’t address
You see I done lost my nigga ain’t no tellin’ where he went
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones
I know I could trust that bitch with twenty bands, that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh)
Pure cocaine, if it’s not it won’t get sold
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought some work, and my hoe bad, I am [?]
Now her niggas [?] they really thinkin’ that its raw (uh)
I was getting the pack all day for my pops (uh)
I was serving that crack cocaine in my moms house
(?) circle the trap all night, merry go round
Whatever they do the dark, might come to the light, if they talk about it
Betcha wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it
I could stomp it, racks up in these mics, don’t got illegal money
That nigga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming
I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her beat it honey
Got so many options can’t even decide, too many labels on me
Open the mansion and we livin’ life, nigga we made the money
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
