Lyrics:
You could have a car
Or a house by the lake
Or do you even want it?
I see a nice McMansion
Sprawling in the distance
You could live inside it
I
going
Up and down? Nah
Everybody sow the seed, but you
Don’t know I do it all day, he does it daily
They try to send me home but they
Ain’t ‘cause I’m
don't need no shoes yeah no heels
She independent
She pay her bills
Ima do every little thing for you
But you gotta keep it real for me
You gotta keep it
She's a rule breaker, she's a rule breaker
She wants a rule breaker, an she wants a rule breaker
She don't mess around, you ain't holding her down
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
Go
You wanna fight me
I don't want to fight you
You sayin I hate you
You know that I like you
I don't want to crush you
I'm here for revival
You
i'm someone else's mommy
You can buy me all my drinks
But you don't get no punani" it's so scary
They're all married this party
Just got gnarley
Acker?
You know, ya'll might know him by Gumby
You know Gumbelina, Dumbelina
Homo-belina, I don't know what the fuck
Fuck that muthafucka
I can't
I'm a broken man with a lot of issues on my plate Can you hear me?
And I don't want to talk to a human, they don't get it
So you're the only one that
, hatin' work, and lookin' for a wedding ring
I'mma conquer the unspeakable
Oh
They talkin' like it's unachievable
Oh
I just don't believe em though
You can
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
hoes like, "Anybody up?"
Cuz the bitches in the club want Fendi in the clutch
And they petty when they fuck
You can tell the way they talk
They can sell
creating it
All galore everything
Take care of the fam make sure they don't want for anything
Walk in to the store told that bitch to buy anything
She can
Niggas they don't get no hoes and they be paying bitches to make em' some tags (Bitches to make em' some tags)
I'm in the back of the lamb but I don't want
I spit it i spit it so you could feel it
You know what I'm saying
I'm saying I put my personality into it
These hoes is all the same
They all want
grizzlies
You dream small so mine you'd envy uh
No, I can never be passive
I got the passion to match it
If they want smoke, look for the ashes
Light up ten
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
friends: "That's
Just my baby daddy!" and sadly
Niggas start acting like they
Shit don't stink but wait: you getting cut
Like the wedding cake
The music
anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Niggas don't
I don't want heartbreak
I took so many L's
They lost all the love and got lost in the lust
Of the luxury, looks, and they lured 'em with wealth
Like a wedding make you wanna throw rice
I'm schitzo, cuckoo clock don't tick so
Write sometimes 'til the chicks noodles
I got screws loose
I pull words
to go and grab it
Moving on into another level
It’s the year of the rabbit
And I got big bills I gotta pay
They don’t bother me anyway
They just gonna
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