Lyrics:
call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I
yourself cause I can't save yah
Know you see me in that Rolls Royce, glass house, that nigga, hands down
No givin' up, no layin' down, all red, ant pile
My
ain't never tried that with me"
By this time, I slipped on all my clothes, he just ran out of bullets
Covered his bitch ass with this sheet and pushed
you, it ain't about that
Ain't about hip-hop, ain't about rap
Take a minute, hold up, wait now, use your cap
Chicago know I'ma snap
Nah, this ain't
Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey, and good
Everytime I hear you talkin
Why you think ima put my guard up
If I ain't have God
It would be some things I'd drop the bomb on
You was in the dark
And now you
She just want the money she don't wanna fall in love
I just keep my dreams i ain't ever givin up
Ima be alone all this love is gettin rough
If i
I'm in for the night
I'm done tryna please everyone on the mic
And by the way, this ain't ever been for likes
It's more to ignite what's really inside
trynna observe my moves
Curbside Smoove lay niggas in the dirt by noon
Nerds I knew can't even solve the work I do
Five hundred every week but see I'm
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus
ticket
I got it on me
Hit remedy had to grab a gas pack
Grabba in the blunt so you know that bitch smack
Bod by Shonda so my shit stacked
My shit sewed up
Knowin' how we givin',
Motion Gang, ain't no quittin',
Knowin' how we livin', (yeah)
Pop out my shit with a capital P,
These niggas ain't nothin' like me,
is so hard
When it come to the dyin', its feelin' so easy, uh
Pick up the pieces, I'm fallin' apart
And I feel like it ain't gettin' easier
Shit might
the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up
A book,
(Sho'nuff)
I told my mama
Aye-yeah-aye
I told my mama we gon live it up
And until that's a fact, swear I ain't givin' up aye
I thank the lord because
should
Throw dough to her, like it ain't nothing to it
Get you whatever you like, I could,
But all I be givin' you tonight is just wood
Hood, to my
done had nights I was wishing I'd end up in the morgue
Sometimes I wish my parents hadn't divorced
It ain't about moving forward, we moving north
Six
tell by gloves
And now we gotta spark it up like a welder does
Yeah I'm workin'
Without a warrant you ain't searching
Catch me under waves on the floor
I ain't showin' love to nobody
Who don't deserve it
And I don't owe nobody
Where you was when I was hurtin
When that money up
Then everybody start
Ninja killa
I throw you deep beneath the surface
It's the Rage, front page, I heat it up like a furnace
My steelo gots bulk
Check the gamma ray from
My lil baby w me shine all the time,
When i hit her up i tell her she fine n she mine
I ain’t givin up for you no me n mines gon be fine
For a minute
Ye
Back in the day
I wouldn't play
A woman couldn't get up wit me ain't got much to say
She tryna be bae
But I can't stay
I gotta lotta bitches baby
it differently
This one's about the one who cusses and spits
This ain't about our livin' in a fantasy
This ain't about givin' up or givin' in
Yeah,
sure that you ate
An if you ain't loyal fuck from by me
Swear thas some shit that i hate
They gon say i'm different cause i'm real
An thas some shit they
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