Lyrics:
Stevie Wonder
Or some Marvin Gaye
Ugh, you talkin' shit I ignore you chumps
No Tamin' and we ain't got
No love for punks
And you know that we be makin'
Rich by my lonely
I cannot rock with the same bros
Mastro's, eight ounce steak
Eight ounce sprite
The truth is,
I think Ruth's Chris got better sides
For
'bout buy her hair?
I had to eyelash her
EDD still working, you gotta bypass it
I walk around with all blue cheese
I don't like still flashing a band
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
the FEDS fuck the cops ops and a nigga hatin
I got the D and ballin hard like Gary Payton Manning
You niggaz ain't understanding
I'm wildin out wit
come back, Spin get hit by the corona
It's crack, facts, Lil' gig, what you thought it was
It's still 1987 when my phone lit up
Money, Mitch voice, I
stay by myself
Young nigga stacking the wealth
And i stay gucci cause it stay on my belt
I did it all by myself
I was 10 toes never asking for help
I got
Mitsubishi drive me crazy
(Machoke)
Chevy heavyweight eggplant emoji
Be my Gary
I'll be Eevee
Charm me turn me
To Sylveon (Fill my love meter up)
Blue
Huh, L-I
She a fine ass bitch
I just thought you outta know
Yea fuck her maybe a few times
Then I stick her for her dough
You know what I never
a flick of the moment
UUV, Gary Payton what we typically smokin'
And we ain't gotta talk about it, you just know that it's on us
Know that's it potent, got
rappers need a ghost writer for,
cnd off another niggaz rhymes they pockets fat as Michael Moore,
Until they fucking Halle Berries makin it rain like they
as hell don't sweat it
Cause good things come to those who wait
By the time you finish your
I got love for ya, nigga
And I ain't forgot ya now that you
So listen to Khalifa's instrumentation
While I tell you that all across the nation
Our blood still runs green & yellow
Yeah huh huh, you know what it
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
If you messing with some
Kids then I want smoke
Nigga fuck joe
Signed a crime bill
But we all still cut throat
Let me ease up on the
Energy for what
If you messing with some
Kids then I want smoke
Nigga fuck joe
Signed a crime bill
But we all still cut throat
Let me ease up on the
Energy for what
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
Almost everything away for free
Just like Gary Vee
Just like E.T
Just like T.E
Just like the military
You know one side of me
That I do things for free
plank of wood
Useable but still kinda useless
You should just do less
And I'm here doing more
You're getting beaten by even Ian Moore
How can you let this
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
Welcome, everybody
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
Welcome, everybody
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
of the party kissing your chick
I ain't have that type of love for her
But I'm really in my bag now
If she told me she was seeing you nigga
I probably
motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for
Surround myself by homies
Still no one was ever there for me
Outta every bitch I fucked with
Still can't find the one with chemistry
So if you ain't got shit
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