Lyrics:
I’m in my lane
Don’t fuck wit niggaz they dirty and shiesty
Smile in my face but Dey don’t really like me
That’s why bully you nighaz I’m
with no one to save. Hey, won't you be naked for me? Hey,
won't you be naked for me? It goes:
Please don't pass me by,
oh please don't pass me by
choking my neck
I'm surrounded by some fakes I don't wanna see the face
I'm surrounded by these fakes I don't wanna see the face
In my future ain't nobody
no contest
False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness
You better be protected
My barrel starts ejectin
Reflectin on your past life as you pass
stoppin' til I hear my shit in every club
They gon' love me on the track like I'm Shelly-Ann
When I raise the price, they'll be ready with a hunnid bands
All
who hated (hey)
You only made us more creative (ow)
Misdemeanor, uh
You don't want to speak my name
Mess around, get that ass blown away
who hated (hey)
You only made us more creative (ow)
Misdemeanor, uh
You don't want to speak my name
Mess around, get that ass blown away
to inquire what I’m upset about
When I’m just spacin’ out
So don’t wonder why my head is down
See, I appreciate you care enough to ask
But usually I’m in no
of the oldest trade
Flashing her vag' in my face and I'm far from keen
I don't want got business with no drugsman's queen
Nahmean?
[Chorus x3]
What the frigg is
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it, ho, but you can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose
brain around, I can't manage.
I add to my list of regrets and make a sandwich
The night king, cool in the club, and I be lamp'n
Before I get poked with
I'm moving down to block d, me and my homies
The dogg pound would rock overseas, immense degrees
No bitch niggas in the circle
Beat a nigga in his face
were always
Stuck in your record don't want it no more
Don't want it no more
Got it right at your face
Fast car and I finish like race
You be too slow
wanted by police) and duck (dodge) my court date would you tell the police where they could locate me where I'm vacating if I hand myself in would I be
Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch
Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush
Now shush in my bush
And I can give you what you
Robespierre and T.S. Elliott
Imagination Tolkien, hover like a Carrion
Landspeed prey, no MPH, can't out run my aerial imperial frame
So down in flames they go,
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Tuck in your balls
Listen, and I'm about to laugh
And I don't need to fucking giggle
I'm about to blast
I'm one of the best, Sean Price
Ruck in the flesh
for your missy
I might take to my crib
Man this girl be curious
She want know how I live
You don't like my music
Nigga ain't no fucks to give
Switching
everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically I murder
Look he needa tuck it down
By the way he look at me
I know his game rye
But pretty boys don't give it all out on the same night
Let's go to Paris
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
open my legs... ejaculation.
Then I lay back to get in the perfect situation,
You know what I'm saying, never keep a girl like me waiting,
Don't keep
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