Lyrics:
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
bro)
I'ma shoot his shit up regardless tho (regardless tho)
I ain't really wit the back and forth (back and forth)
I'ma give ya what ya been askin'
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
that's a lie-
You can peep the drip, I'm not dry-
Now ya boy be the topic
Joyner Lucas gotta hit me, we can rock shit
Tory Lanez, you a singer just stop it
NF did on his track called "When I Grow Up"!
I wanna rap fast - Switch flows like Nafla!
Sing great, drop hate - Be someone they can trust, ya!
Act
up-bringing
So by 2020 Candace was not the song you'd be singing
You're Owen an apology to me for that for starts
Your wicked ass family who never let you hang
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
like ya bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's mine and ya know me
I'ma mind, defy, or sing like Toni Tone
Singin' for their supper like
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
Pretty Jamaican kept doing his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
totin' the steel, get you killed, I'm hot with the heat
And I'ma stay on they necks until the day that I'm deceased
Evicting niggas out the game, yeah, you
House)Ptan Du-ta (Scarlet Otter)O-ya'-te Ta-wa (His people)Hin-han'-sun-ko-yag-ma-ni (One who Walks Clothed in Owl Feathers)Ma-za Bo-mdu (Iron Blower)Wa-hi
EA, my zone (EA)
Got it by myself, ain't nobody put me on (ain't nobody put me on)
Turn a pop song to a real scrap song (to a real scrap song)
I just
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
like
But I'ma lady, who will pull a stunt though
I kill suckas, and even hit the block
So what you want to do?
Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)
Cause
like
But I'ma lady, who will pull a stunt though
I kill suckas, and even hit the block
So what you want to do?
Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)
Cause
like
But I'ma lady, who will pull a stunt though
I kill suckas, and even hit the block
So what you want to do?
Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)
Cause
his music, yeah, that's for sure
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs
Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own
Should
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
homie 6ix to tell him I'ma need his help
I'ma be outside in five get the gat under ya belt
Then I felt the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
I
already know in this man
A lil somethin' for the fans
I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"
Ya ain't know I had this did
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