Lyrics:
and erupt, until my fuckin' nuts would get stuck
Enough is enough, I'm sick of havin' no one to trust
What the fuck do I gotta do to make you see what I've
taught to keep dat fye and never trust a nigga (You gotta keep that fye)
Keep yo mouth close everything confidential (Keep it solid niggah)
Niggahs turn
even trust you)
I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks
Even then all I do is get they asses hot
Then I
do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album
the album drop
Got no limit
Can't put me in a box
Got no heart it's a ice box
Got no time on my watch
For silly dumb ass lame hoes
I met a bad bitch she demon
can't trust nobody, my own my Mama called the cops On Me
And I had a rico switching sides
He Pulled a Glock On Me
If you lived it
You did it
Ain't no
not get a chance to wait
before you asked to hang out later
moons have gone by
in this wonderful tide
what makes our story special?
we were never apart
and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
You heard what I said
're always by my side
Everyday of my life
Trust you
In every little thing that I do
Said it ain't no doubt about it
I know He'll bring me out
I won't fear
crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my fuckin' name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin' long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
nigga's spreadin' love
And some buttcheeks
I kinda came up, but I'm still very crusty
If you're feeling dusty, trust me
You're gonna find your way
Just look
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
told me to keep practicing and wait here for you. That envelope in the box has your name on it.’
The thick envelope read; ‘New Older’ in single
promise anyone I won't go down without a fight
Never put in a box, will break out of anything you put me in, doesn't matter how tight
I'll aspire to do many
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
up and try again
If you need help
Last fucking quiz like I'm
Done with this shit
This boss keeps running his lips
Trust I'm done with this shit
Not
deserve it
Beat that eat that eat that pussy i slurp it
Licking your box writing letters in cursive
Wont admit that you addicted you argue on purpose
Just
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka
side, gotta be by your side, 'cause
I wanna be your one and only
(I wanna be the one you love)
Never be the one to leave you lonely
(I wanna be the one
and cop a rolly
Never trust a hoe we do it by our lonely
Back up in the day this what my OG's told me
Better go and get that paper little homie
Never
it
Two lines on and I know you wanna pree this
Get the ting shipped and then i'm repeating
Ten box deep in the shoe box shelf
Paper's always urgent
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won’t
I’ll keep fighting until the day I’m in a boX
Until I sit in heaven I will never stop
I will never stop
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