Lyrics:
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick
(Is he dead?)
You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over,
brought up
I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for
finished talkin 'bout it
Till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son
Yo that's why I carry hot guns i'm on a
Beach in LA fuckin' fly
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
You can have that perfume that you wanted
And you can have those earrings, too
I'll even get that TV set
But there's a few things you gotta do
I'm set free
By your grace and truth
Once in chains, but my chains were loosed
I'm set free
Your presence all around
All things are made new now
Can't
wishing
But now your love missing so how was I tripping
For a moment all I wanted was you to reconsider
What I could do if I'm with ya but figured that
up
Aye ain't heard a thing you said
Aint' heard a thing you with
Ain't heard a thing they was talmbout
Niggas don't rap what they live by
Hitters don't
the grave oh
But am happy, but am happy happy
Thank God oh, I dey learn , I dey move, I dey do my thing my way oh oh
Not by power not by might
Not by power
a Margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means,
backyard bastards
When we do a show Ya'll cats come as actors
This is backwards, I was born to survive like a cactus
Grab this mic and we gone see if you can
you
How you do the things that feel so right
How you do those things that always have to feel so right
Think I need to make you mine by the end
on ya future)
With some goals set girl (Got me in my feelings)
How you do that girl (Got me falling too hard)
We got crazy vibes
Tell me why you upset
(no)
these bitches is tripping (they tripping)
these bitches is fake (they fake)
your oops could be by your side (by your side)
next thing they gon
mind on ya body
Baby if you don’t mind it, come wine it for papi
I know she won’t mind it, just by the way she eye me
I’m sorry, not sorry for sounding
to walk right outta my life
Leavin' me all by myself, all alone, to cry every night
(Babe, babe, babe, babe, oh)
Oh, I want you to come back home, yeah
You know what I am
You know what I do
Well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take ya like a slap in the face
Every time
to speak kick my shit
Get the dividends
Ball at the Pound Arena on the weekends
And think about the things people do stay true
And watch out for
Prepare for the worst thing while I pray for the best case
Ya on my mind
Ya play like I don't see you
When you're hiding in plain sight
We're looking
know by now that I've got a life on my own
I know you like things, just like they are, but I can't do this no more
So sick of explanations, special
favors
And I got ones who I'm gon spoil
and I got one who I'm gon cater to
Not one thing you could make me do, only one 2x couldn't make a second
Father
the government
And if u don't believe me just look at how much is spent
On the wrong things man it's all a big scheme
The ecology is run by economy fever dream
So
Yo!
Yo, where's my snare?
Freedom!
The things we do to feel the way (Yo, put a little T-Pain in my voice)
We doing looking at you that's a (Nah,
of his shotgun
I said officer man I ain't do nothin
He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin
Well ya frontin, so why were you running down
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