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first draft pick - monaleo lyrics

[verse 1]
aye, leo
i want me a first draft pick
i like me a n*gga with money (n*gga with cash)
and i like me a n*gga that’s funny
when i call i need him to come running (come here)
need a n*gga to tell me i’m stunning (you pretty)
who gone wipe him a nose if it’s runny
if a n*gga can not do all of the above ima kick his ass out like i’m punting
(get the f*ck out)
i do not like a n*gga that cheat (b*tch)
ima give his ass back to the streets (no cap)
set him up if he thinking sh*t sweet (uh huh)
send his address then go out to eat (mmh)
need a n*gga that’s packing that heat (fire)
need a n*gga to rub on my feet
need a n*gga to send me some tweets
but i want him to keep it discreet (shhh)
i do not like a n*gga that lie (at all)
ima pop his ass dead in his еye (the f*ck)
but i’m not gone block him just yеt cause i still got some questions i wanna know why (wassup)
and he better not say the wrong thing (why not)
if he do then that n*gga gone die (mhm)
ima put his ass right in the sky (mhm)
must not know i’m the wrong b*tch to try (for real)
rule # 1, dont trust a word these lil n*ggas say
these n*ggas lie all god d*mn day
but if a n*gga play ima pull up where he stay put the chop to his face
and his ass better pray (on god)
rule #2, understand none of these n*ggas are for you
you need to watch what the f*ck they do
they gone come out the blue with a b*tch you never knew and you won’t have a clue (huh)
rule #3, learn how to let these f*ck n*ggas be
learn how to trust what the f*ck you see
if he dont treat me like a queen ima make a d*mn scene and i said what i mean
(uh huh)
follow these rules
make these n*ggas treat you like a jewel
never let a n*gga try to play you like a fool
and if a n*gga do we gone do his ass cruel hit his ass with the tool (b*tch)
[spoken interlude]
whew, that was exhausting
did you like that mama?
yeah but i think you can go a little harder
alright, let’s try it again

[verse 2]
if i get the drop on a n*gga he f*cked (for real)
he must be a frontal cause he getting plucked (lil b*tch)
if we catch you lacking b*tch you outta luck (the f*ck)
call his ass lightning cuz he getting struck (mcqueen)
we ain’t fighting fair b*tch you getting snuck (lil b*tch)
we gone slide in a van or slide in a truck (uh huh)
i’m smoking on gas this b*tch got me stuck (froze)
these lil b*tches hate me they know that i’m up (i’m up)
and i can’t take my foot off these lil n*ggas throats (at all)
i’m really the sh*t i ain’t tryna gloat (uh huh)
he coming correct he know i’m the goat (for real)
he know that i’m living the sh*t that i wrote
i’m texting him back, i’m giving him hope
he say i’m addicting, he calling me dope
i left him alone, now he gotta cope
he asked if i love him i told his ass nope (the f*ck)
and he loving my vibe he tryna elope (uh huh)
he know i be chilling cause i’m from the mo (the 4)
i’m clean than a b*tch, just call me soap (tisa)
these b*tches my sons i show them the ropes
and i’m going up positive slope (quick)
they all on my tip cause i’m finna blow (mhm)
they counted me out now they digging my flow
“when can i get a feature” sh*t i don’t know (i don’t even know b*tch)

- monaleo lyrics

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