Lyrics:
dick wet
Boarded the big jet, and got a big check
Now you tell me, who the fuck is winning
I'm on my Russel Simmons, Nicki denim, Nicki leanin'
I
sounds
Trust me, I know
I've been writing almost 10 years and nobody knows
To extend to the public a private piece of your soul
In hopes that this
niggas and I'll do it on they court
Oh, she wanna suck my dick, I just gave her a house tour
You would think she Goldie Locks by the way she got lured
Man,
married 'til they had me on solitary
You left me here stranded, I'm feelin' abandoned
You got me so hurt right now I need me a bandage
Transgression
the streets with the rich
But every single person tryna be like the rich
Not me ya bitch spittin heat like a bic
Im solo dolo tell a label suck a dick
And if
little thing, I got wearier
And now I can't relax, cause my brain sees doing nothing as wrong
It took me four fucking months to write the lyrics for this
bring out the best of me now
The best of me now
The best of me now
Best of me now
Now I'm on my fifteenth album, which could be my last
But I do
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
up?
[Hamm]
Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[Quik]
Hey man, we tryin' finish that motherfucker, man
And eh, I need one
Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
How could he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick
forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl,
back at my parents' house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore
I couldn't
me a bag
Dat nigga talking and talking and talking just like a hoe now I'm on dat nigga ass
Dis Bitch fye at sucking da dick from da side, I Like it
poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem? (what?)
You ain't nothin' like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin', bustin' your guns,
sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy
But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin' my name for?
It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I
the chopper and the bitch is always by my side
Down to ride
You know ima catch a homecide
Pussy nigga try me swear to god he getting crucified
Tears up in my
me spinning just like a spiral
Common flue man this shits going viral
There's bells ringing now and i'm probably about to die bro
Nothing left in my
dick
Two albums a year just like a solstice
Bitch I swear to god I'm so focused
I'm whipping top down, bitch you in a focus
Put my right hand on my nuts
freestyle, this ain't gon' take me long
Told that bitch that I might spaz, know a bitch trying set the play
I ain't never took no pill, now that's some shit
Believe me
I am unbothered
When it come to you ni**as
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga
Who the fuck
That ni**a is
Wit albums
should
That's ignant isn't it
Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment
Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin
Matter
on a whole tour
Trav told me I should rap more
Bet, the album gone slap boy
Burger King get a fat toy
Remember used to ride a fat boy
Now she ride me like I'm
the ghetto lookin' for somethin' I probably could never find now
Shit get relevant, until the beef die down
In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down
you be stealing other niggas' game!
But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!
Go on the head, gobble up
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