Lyrics:
can't let go
You niggas'll never see me, I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there evidence
thieving
Took a loan for your soul
Thing I believe in
By the time you were done
All you did you semen
Welcome to the cudi sensation
I made an album
go round
My baby just, my baby just, my baby just
Slow down
Everybody got problems of they own now
Whole lot of loving that can go round
My baby just,
Johnny was a drinker drinkin´ everything he found
Jokin´ and shoutin´ -Everybody needs a new round
Last night he could barely stand up ´round last
(Kieran Nash Beats)
(R14)
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta
shine he told me go get it
It's you by yo self when you lay in that ground
I ain't asking for nothing, ain't fronting for nothing
Invest in myself, boy I
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
walk in)
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny
they find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month
And it's like Kdot, good kid, track 4
We gon' move everyday through the back
I been tryna get it right
Hella thoughts spinning 'round my head at night
I really thought I would live forever
I really thought I would live
Wrap my mind around the truth
And the paper 'round gelato
My arms around a bitty and
My fingers on a bottle (Coat around)
My coat around my body
Man it's
thoughts make Johnny a bore
I've got a deal at the liquor store and for got what this is for
I love these jaded strangers
Kicking down doors by getting high
the fruits of our labour
Go and sour my prime
Can put a battery in your back
But can't power the mind
Every time they diss the kid
They putting power in mine
beats and I'm not gon' stop it
Cop it all of my albums on repeat as soon as I drop it
Locksmith cuz they know I got the keys to this hip hop shit
Got me
There you go
Waving your arms like a girl
Suckin' down your cloves
Don't worry, nobody knows
Somebody order my round
'Cause I'm getting
You won't leave my mind do you get the picture
If you ever leave you know that imma miss ya
We do this all the time I think that it fits ya
Let's go
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
listenin'
And I'm a smooth operator by instinct
Word to Sade, walkin' 'round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on Broadway
And it was just
"Bitch come here"
Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here"
I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear?
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we
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