44ever Lyrics – Logic

Yeah, ayy

Day one, day one, day one
This for my day ones, fuck about a fake one
Smokin’ that one to one ’til it’s all done
And Post give me that good shit
In Atlanta, wish a motherfucker would, shit
Uh, hotter than Teflon, sippin’ liquor with Efron
Sippin’ liquor with Zac in the back of the green room
Yeah, that’s me and my team room, ayy
Me and Khalifa done hit like a million cities, got a million bitties
Wishin’ they could get in but they can’t
Soon as they see me, they faint
Feel like Mick Jagger in ’76, huh
Got ’em all on my dick
Bobby Boy bringin’ that kick like Kung Fu Kenny, not many can fuck with me
A lot of you fuck with me, and I’m grateful they stuck with me, like yeah
Ayy, one to the one, come get it done, know I never run
Motherfucker finna run and get the gun
When they hear that boy spittin’, they shittin’ themselves
Like, “Oh my God, I need a witness for what I just witnessed
I think I need witness protection”
No, I can’t fuck with injections
Yeah, that’s just me and my section
Feel like someone done gave me an injection
Forty-four, four-four, forty-four, four
I’m comin’ to kill this, I’m bringin’ the illest
Why you think they feel us? I know
Give a fuck ’bout your feelings, I know
Make a killin’ and willin’ I know
I get bills like I’m William, I know
Bitch, I get that money when I flow on a need-to-know basis
All you niggas is basic
Watchin’ every single move I make like you just got that LASIK, but you all on that fake shit
One time comin’ for the boy like, “woo”
Comin’ for the boy like, “eee”
Everybody want a little bit of the way that I do it, they do it, but not like me
Bitch, I got the gang with me, watch ’em bang with me, watch ’em bang with me like, “uh”
No, it ain’t the same with me since I changed, fuckin’ with the fame got me like, “huh”
Everybody want a little bit of the boy, but nowadays, they just can’t fuck with me
I could give a motherfuck ’bout the rap game, the game, the game, now I’m finally free
Tell me who fuckin’ with me?
6ix on the beat is like God on the beat
Pardon my ego, there he go thinkin’ he God on the beat
Y’all know I’m rhymin’ elite
My rhymin’ don’t never deplete
Fuck are they rhymin’ about?
I’ma rap ’til I can’t even speak

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