David Cash - Whole World lyrics

rate me

Now, I can’t let you get that close to me

Look at what their stares are doing to me

Now, I can’t let you get that close to me

Just look at what their stares are doing to me

Knock them shots down

I can’t let you get that close to me

And light that fire up

Look at what their stares are doing to me

Knock them shots down

I can’t let you get that close to me

And light that fire up

Just look at what their stares are doing to me

If you got the whole world in your hand

You gotta grind and a master plan

Say I can do it, I can do it

If you drive your own car and you pay your own bills

Then life’s just one big thrill

So hallelujah, hallelujah

Look, I like ratchets, I like bitches

All my niggas burnt out with their business

Put your lipstick on this dick and suck my whole team

Why you at the studio if you ain’t fucking and don’t sing?

Bitch, I get you this deal, a pimp ain’t the only one walking with a limp

In front of them police niggas curling like shrimps

Acting tough nigga see the strap and turn wimp

Bitches love me, niggas hate me, 22 but no babies, Panameras, Mercedes

All my 400 … suck a nigga dick or something

Suck a nigga dick or something, she whip a nigga dick out and suck it like it was a lie

Before I go to sleep I see a prayer, amen, and buy a new shot for every nigga I can’t stand

She say her nigga can’t fuck, she call on me

So I had to give her this YG

If you got the whole world in your hand

You gotta grind and a master plan

Say I can do it, I can do it

If you drive your own car and you pay your own bills

Then life’s just one big thrill

So hallelujah, hallelujah

Knock them shots down

And light that fire up

Knock them shots down

And light that fire up

And I’m dressed to the nines, 18 months and I’m back on my grind

But an old school flow with a new school twist

Got an wise owl hoe and a young minded bitch

Mouth full of shit with a pocket full of whip

Somebody please tell me, whose world is this?

It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine

I’m on a bad bitch diet but a ratchet is fine

I love eating girls that ass is wide

But a nigga like me like everything fried

I fry my mind with weeds and wine

And I don’t gotta go bark ‘cause I supply

And it’s the far west side that’s finna all mine

And this is the voodoo, you niggas smoke doodoo

We cloud rule, smoke boom, rain dance like zulus

And you can’t have her unless that bitch chose you