Lyrics:
the dice
- And wait for your day
- If you're in it for the vanity you're gonna loose your sanity, your purity of mind and soul for sure become non-entity
If only we brought our cajon
We could just have made it an acoustic set
Thank you very much Irish Whiskey Bar
Thank you all the bands who played before
you're mine
Don't gotta look at you, just to know that you're fine
I wanna see you everyday but we'll get there in no time
Tried to play with my lil
to scheme a little Then taking that departure
I seen this riddle You gon have to go and Make at harder
I've seen the fiddle played I ain't gon let that happen
I win and fail alone Keep digging you won't like what I'm on
You're not gonna like what you see inside my
100 band jugg I'm on it Girl, I can't be no
You, if you gonna say it shawty say it so its truth
I'm just something that you like to do
I'm just something you ain't gotta prove
Matter fact you made
while you’re do’in it to deal with the stress of your day? Huh!
Whatcha gonna do while you’re do’in it to deal with the stress of that long day?
Are you
glock, with, the,
extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose,
if he ever tries to front and diss
You need to puff a bag,
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try,
going down that way
Cut the ties if you gotta don't allow the fakes
Recognise your legacy that you gotta make
Life gives you opportunities you have
like WWE Becky play this in your car and call me sexy
I said call me sexy woo let’s go
I told that young nigga if you ain’t talking money get up out my
but it still feels far
Can we learn to get by if we learn to have scars?
If we learn to forgive and accept who we are
You said
"If you break my
want it right now that's my line
Yea if she want play
She gonna have to shake that ass for a tip
The way she moving up and down gotta bounce like this
So
guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
don't need to know what you're going through
But you got people in your corner bro
That's always that's always gonna be here for you
You got Rob you got
get wide
You’re the one
That yanks me out of Neutral
And I just gotta have you in my life
Made a home in Brooklyn
Got a little money from playing my
told that nigga need my money
Cuz the price you pay for not paying
I cannot refund
You can get hit with the heat if you step in my kitchen
Get cheffed
the homies glow
You're tryna' play me, bitch? Well good luck
You can't play a dude that don't give a fuck
Wanna get like me? Well you gotta run it up
If it
a rookie wit' it fag
She'll have to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are just mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm 'bout
play like En Vogue 'cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the soloist
Hit you in a second, one, two, mic-checkin'
That's my
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
upon the stage
Under those lights again
We're gonna shake the place tonight
They gotta new song high in the charts you know
You must have heard them
I got a bag
Yea
I gotta bag
Yea
I got a bag
Yea
I gotta bag for you
Man that shit was hard asf I'm not even gonna cap to you bro (Aye)
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