Lyrics:
greasey I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from
Hoping that it pays off
Doing all the dirty work
Hope you get the stains off
Trying to get a raise bruh
Man you're getting laid off
Started rapping told em
Creeped up on a n from behind
Caught him by surprise
Old ass piece from FE shop went
Through for Gucci Slides
Got lucky on the app and got a
Bunch
Finally, I got myself a partner, now
Yeah
But old Ray, wouldn't you know
Mm-hm, somthing musta happened bad
Some man said, "You got my
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
Why she worryin' bout my next bitch
Steady going on my Facebook
Tryna see how my bitch face look
I said that old bitch she a groupie doe
We 'bout
My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton
While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin'
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin' that
He started
real, everyone gettin' old (yeah)
I watch niggas find they therapist in liquor stores
Some of my niggas got jealous, they see their man rose
New Years
Harry at home
And under my cowboy hat
I?m worried sick you know
All I ever wanted was to
Live by the sea
I?m a love junkie myself
Baby, come and fix
But I didn't go yet
Cool with the devil on my back
I'm in cold sweats
'bout to do some dirt
In some dirty black old sweats
If you known you
round in fannin county
In a lifted gmc with my son right beside me.
Giving him my plan
Showing him how to be a man
Like a dirty
Country boy providing for
some good grace
Take away my dirty ways
Explain my dirty face, work it away
With imperfect grace
Imperfect grace
Imperfect grace
Flaws surround me thick
a
Ounce b!
Dirty bitch you know she squirt a lake
Bouncy!
Your old mans dick was the size a fuckin
House Key!
Thats why i told a bitch that she be really
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
Told me something so scary
Blank stare at the wall
I swear I couldn't even blink
Me fourteen years old
Going on like thirty-three
Tapped into the savage
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
old love in Style I never swiped on her face
Come from the days with the Myspace page
Trying to be all the rage filling out surveys
And damn, they were
Moving the packs man I keep me some weight
Got away from the jakes
2019 gotta way jakes
That boy he shrimp call em bait
Keep me a 30
I keep me a K (Boom,
(gunshots) what's happening money
Damn, nigga money got blasted like that
Fuck man that shit ain't cool dog
Niggas just dying in my
Motherfucking
Never fold
RSL that's the title we stick to the G code
We live by the same laws it'll never get old nigga
(Nah)
It'll never get old nigga
(And that's
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
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