Lyrics:
that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just
baby? Well, I'm industry, too
So fuck on your calls and fuck everything else
I love you, baby girl, like nothing else
I'm the one that you think you
Killin legends before primes
Daughters don't make it to prom
Where I'm from in the slums
You either go and get it done
Or be the one gettin done
Live by
miss you)
I'm a step out of this lingerie.
(I miss you baby)
Roll up in the mall with something Hanes.
In bed I lay, (I'm gonna be in bed) with
finger flippin' son of a gun
Play by the rules
You're gonna miss all the fun
He was always drag racin' and he kept the sheriff chasin'
But they never
gonna rough it
If your heart is broken then I'm gonna fix it
I'm not hanging on no more, haa
It's not by force, it's not a ride or die
He who loves you
any means, I'm behind the curtain
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone
Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone
I miss you, I
pigs, magnums, crack, bag baby, roach bait
Pristine kicks spread in the iris of the needle (Just for my people)
I’m a thread the needle (just for my
young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill
close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
I 'posed to be want to of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep
my bag, you can name it I own it
All about cash I could never be homeless
She give me neck, so now da bitch dome-less
YDB Baby, I swear that I'm chosen
And when I blow, I hope you know
That I could have any girl I choose
But I know as time goes by
Baby, all I'm gonna want is you
Girl, I don't wanna
hurry, I know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
that bitch like a hacky-sacky
Man, I write bars fam
It's too easy
Like John Cena, you can't see me
Like John Cena, you cant see this
when I'm on the mic
I just leveled up feeling like 5g
ct the top just like Jeff hardy
Do the right thing, baby that's spike lee
I'm popping out like I'm in 3d
It's
on a roll, 'cause I'm on a roll
Like girl, where was you before?
Never-mind that 'cause she is a nat, and she's gonna go
Yeah, I'm just stackin' my racks,
I have a million dollar mansion
Several hookers and they plastic
Seven pleasures by the hour
I'm living life that you can't have
I don't wanna feel
Neo stuck in the matrix still
I'm John Wick when I make a kill
When I make a kill I'm John Wick
And you can die over that dog (that dog shit)
We handle
to anythin'
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies
Yeah, you're a star fucker, star
(Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt
bitch, so when i blow this lil bitch i won't miss
Them hollows gone rip thru your shit she a thot yea she hoeing and shit showing love
She gonna blow you
I'm gonna do it the way I'm gonna do it.
and miss communication no we never run into it
I got chicks like Simone and Cala
stay with lip gloss and fitty
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