Lyrics:
bout to cross
Halo's are for angels
Let them watch
We don't play by the rules
Whats the caution?
You've got a problem, yeah
Your lips love making me
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
to me
That perhaps JLo was
Just thinking of how far we'd all come
That now we can all celebrate our asses
I don't know maybe
If she didn't have a new
Don't feel like I ever made a
Conscious decision to stay six years
You just kind of roll the first
Four and a half years
Was me in the studio every day
inside
But that's okay cause I don't cross your mind
And I wished you stayed upon that other side because
Life goes fast it could pass you by
And I swear
me I'm goated, I think that I'm hardly great
Record recording show up to parties late
Don't tell me you know me my music hardly played
Starving artist
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers
at my ex 'cause I barely can stand her
I'm not surprised everybody don't like me
You ridiculin' everything I say
Despite being a cock suckin', mother
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Don't be lethargic pass me the auxiliary
Going to the top, not wearing
My tracksuit top wearing
Suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Don't be lethargic pass me the auxiliary
Going to the top, not wearing
My tracksuit top wearing
Suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
to cross me, like in Calvary, Christ
Uh, and no disrespect to y’all
But real niggas in Paris, when we land at Charles De Gaulle
Don't Try to keep up and play
leaving you baked
Stab me in my back lotta shots out the drake
I won't hesitate I'm leaving yo headstone engraved
I don't tolerate fiftyness, leave you
me to a fiend
Then I'll be good
If these 16's don't turn into the dream
Then I'll be shook
Walk down the street
Demons eating fallen angels
Cross my
Racks on racks like woo
Them hoes don’t so what
U better stop that trash Grow up
They can never catch me sober
I get cash by spinning, so if I walk
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]
Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t
sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy like "Nigga
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
Down near the village of old San Miguel
In a far away place by the sea
Lived Maria Consuela Manuel
A lady of high born degree
And she was sixteen
please wait for me?
I'll spend a bag on bots, 'fore I let you fake love me
Author of his story, I pioneer the culture
You're doing me a favor when you do
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
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