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Lyrics
Uh-huh, uh
Check, check, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sitting on cloud nine but it's really my couch
Pierre Jeanerret's, the original ones
Not the ones they get for five hundred to dress up they house
I'm single boy, single boy, no girl or no spouse
Crib be quiet as a mouse, don't smoke but I can make it loud
With the push of a text, I'm texting your bitch
She exit your shit to push up and get hit
I need to tone it down
The neighbors complaining, the HOA sayin'
I'm sayin' I don't know what they sayin'
I'm never in town
Don't disrespect my intellect
My GLS be at the intersection when we intersect
She look like she innocent, I'ma change it in a sec
**** balling for they bitches till I come and intercept
Now they bawling for they bitches, Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sitting there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
I put my cheddar where my mouth is just to keep my mouth fed
Thought the green would get respect but all I got was grouches
**** getting grumpy 'cause they can't relate, it's funny
How they use the energy for winning on the hate
But when they see my clique, they turn to mouses
I'll show you how my clout hit every time your doubt hit
And realize the shit in which they really do amount hit
The motherfuckin' fad
'Cause I could never be the one
Tryna ball for these bitches, Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sitting there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
Sittin' on your whole year but it's really my couch
Pierre Paulin, this the original one
Cost fifty bands, all in just to put in my house
The replica like fifteen, you can check the amount
If we ain't talking money, IDK what we talking about
Fly shit, the house came with wings, ****
If they ain't laughing at your dreams, then you gotta dream bigger
I seen **** talking down when I was down, now I'm up
Copped the 911 just to tell these ****, "Eat my dust"
Keep a heater tucked for **** sneaking up, he think he tough
If he try my hand, then I'ma call his bluff
No, I don't believe in luck
Try to slime me out, I wipe his nose like his shit was stuffed
The jig is up, I'm the big the dog, you just a lil' pup
****, what? I'm back outside, never been one to hide
Streets said Unique might've died, but Joey still alive
Done playing games with you ****, ain't letting nothin' slide
What's the vibe?
I could never be the one
Tryna ball for these bitches, Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air
Yeah, we seen 'em sitting there, scratch his name up off the chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah