Young M.A - Levels (Freestyle) lyrics

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Young M.A - Levels (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] Yo it's levels to this sh**, levels to this sh** Got a long trey pound, put that metal to his lip A n***a got quiet real quick Cause he know my n***as start a riot real quick I got your b**h with her top off We in the coupe with the top off And your b**h gave me top, lord Get a nut then I drop her off Cause she a thot, always give a n***a top She don't do it for the guap, she just do it cause I'm hot And these p**y a** n***as so quick to call the cops 5-0 a** n***a, y'all some ho a** n***as These n***as never on my level All red Porsche, looking like the devil Hit 9-5, put the pedal to the metal Since I got a lil money, all these b**hes tryna settle I don't love these hoes, I don't cuff these hoes I don't trust these hoes, put the p**y on her nose There's levels to this clit I'm so disrespectful but I don't give a sh** Redlyfe is the team, faded off lean All we do is smoke loud, we don't f** with that green When you see that red beam, just know that's us n***a Redlyfe, and we don't really trust n***as I'm sh**ting on ‘em Give me any beat, I'm spittin' on ‘em And these n***as ain't up ‘cause I'm sittin' on ‘em Money ain't sh** ‘cause I get it often Never broke, I got forever dough And I don't ever brag but f** it though And if that ho ain't f**ing then she gotta go That just how it goes Either it's f**ing or you out the door, adios I got a cold heart, I don't give a f** I tell these b**hes go down while I live it up Man these hoes come to me, I don't pick ‘em up But if that p**y good, I'll pick her up I bring her to the crib, I'll lift her up If that p**y clean, I'll lick it up Posing with your b**h, middle finger up Man these hoes be so quick to give it up Cause I'm a pretty a** n***a, I steal women And they don't be gay but they still with it They be looking at me like yeah she a girl But f** it, she cute, she can still get it Wrist looking like SpongeBob Chain looking the Simpsons Head looking Tweety Bird Everything gold, that silver sh** old Fresh pair of J's, nobody got those I'm a fly a** n***a, paid a stack for my clothes Belt buckle hat, body full of tats I'm addicted to the ink, I need it like crack She got a pretty face, tell her put it in my lap My seat went back and that was all she wrote She ate the coochie up like that was all she know She had her meal now it's time for her to go Gotta go man