Kalan.FrFr - Beautiful Story lyrics
Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]
[Kalan.FrFr - Beautiful Story lyrics]
Yeah whoa oh
Yeah aye
Pull up on me at the dice game
She can hold my money
Let's do Fleming's don't get dressed girl
We can both go bummy
She know I fuck on these hoes
But they can't get nothin' from me
Not the love I give to you, no no no no
Yeah, I keep it real with you baby
Fingers and thumbs I like to
Feel on you baby, yeah
Eat it 'til you cum you like a meal lil baby
You got that water who gon' spill it lil baby
Shit I'm a rich nigga from
The slums yeah yeah
I was deep down but I always
Kept a gun yeah yeah
Hit the hood store still give change
To the bums yeah yeah
The streets don't love you when you make
It where we from yeah yeah
Got the whole city proud of me yeah
Gotta keep my lil' niggas close
They like my prodigies yeah
Gotta watch my back up in these streets
Can't let 'em body me yeah
Niggas hatin' hoes want relations they
Be watchin' me yeah
Might have to fuck a nigga bitch, whoa whoa
Ruth's Chris with a styrofoam cup, whoa whoa
Shopping won't put out my blunt, whoa whoa
Sippin' champagne in Chanel ooh
I'm fancy yeah all VVS on neck and wrist
That shit be dancin' whoa
First I was broke and now
I'm rich it feel amazing
Just sent my momma overseas
It felt amazing yeah
My lil woadie just hit 15
That nigga up oh yeah
My lil nigga bought a food truck
I'm proud as fuck yeah yeah
Bitch we grindin' til all
My niggas slidin' foreign (skrt skrt)
Bitch we slidin' we took the choppas
All on tour and shit
Finna buy my momma that house
With marble floors and shit
Since I got rich hoes suck my
Dick let me record the shit
Mo' money mean mo' problems I pray everyday
Baller barely I'm eatin' good
I'm a heavyweight
'Member I couldn't pay my tags
I had paper plates
Now I valet and leave it runnin'
When I go on dates, yeah
We went from guts to glory
Got it out the mud it's
Such a beautiful story, yeah
Ain't need nobody to come do nothin' for me
I had to grind for this
So this my time for this, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah aye
Pull up on me at the dice game
She can hold my money
Let's do Fleming's don't get dressed girl
We can both go bummy
She know I fuck on these hoes
But they can't get nothin' from me
Not the love I give to you, no no no no
Yeah, I keep it real with you baby
Fingers and thumbs I like to
Feel on you baby, yeah
Eat it 'til you cum you like a meal lil baby
You got that water who gon' spill it lil baby
Shit I'm a rich nigga from
The slums yeah yeah
I was deep down but I always
Kept a gun yeah yeah
Hit the hood store still give change
To the bums yeah yeah
The streets don't love you when you make
It where we from yeah yeah
Got the whole city proud of me yeah
Gotta keep my lil' niggas close
They like my prodigies yeah
Gotta watch my back up in these streets
Can't let 'em body me yeah
Niggas hatin' hoes want relations they
Be watchin' me yeah
Might have to fuck a nigga bitch, whoa whoa
Ruth's Chris with a styrofoam cup, whoa whoa
Shopping won't put out my blunt, whoa whoa
Sippin' champagne in Chanel ooh
I'm fancy yeah all VVS on neck and wrist
That shit be dancin' whoa
First I was broke and now
I'm rich it feel amazing
Just sent my momma overseas
It felt amazing yeah
My lil woadie just hit 15
That nigga up oh yeah
My lil nigga bought a food truck
I'm proud as fuck yeah yeah
Bitch we grindin' til all
My niggas slidin' foreign (skrt skrt)
Bitch we slidin' we took the choppas
All on tour and shit
Finna buy my momma that house
With marble floors and shit
Since I got rich hoes suck my
Dick let me record the shit
Mo' money mean mo' problems I pray everyday
Baller barely I'm eatin' good
I'm a heavyweight
'Member I couldn't pay my tags
I had paper plates
Now I valet and leave it runnin'
When I go on dates, yeah
We went from guts to glory
Got it out the mud it's
Such a beautiful story, yeah
Ain't need nobody to come do nothin' for me
I had to grind for this
So this my time for this, yeah yeah yeah