Lyrics:
of mine is close ahead
I expect, they expect, the world is Blekkn Whitt and red
I don't really want it, aye, I don't really want it
Think what you think,
spell out your name are in red
I don't want these feelings to ever spread
Cause darling, I am still hanging by a thread
You are that feeling that never
muthafucking needle; I don't trust you, BITCH!
You and your muthafucking colleagues be full of shit; y'all be reeking of such hubris
You think you finna get
a heaven but on earth it's (Survival)
Connected with angels but to demons (I'm vital)
Approachin with hate oh yes it's (Homocidal)
Like denouncing Selena
gettin' it by any means (KRagg)
I don't want that bag, I want that suitcase for them blue strips
I aint worried about a niggas
Cause I keep some of my
the lies
You pretend to show me love but I see hate behind those eyes
Can't imagine what you say when you're not there by my side
I don't need you I don't
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
Hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town
Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel today
Feel
own
Fine by myself, I don’t need nobody else, I’m Good
All on my own
Fine by myself, I don’t need nobody else
I hate it ended, ah yea, yea who
we share
You know I hate the lies thats why I'm getting high
I'm barely getting by suicide been on my mind
I don't care if it's a red light
I'm going
on that since a kid
Not from Florida, but since a jit
Brick by brick
Y'all don't even know who 180 is (Y'all don't)
Get the job done quick, will give em
time to discuss it (Discuss)
I do the whole in one I don't putt shit
First comes the Hate, followed by the Love but it's late (Late)
Money was the aim
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
While traffic jams and tempers break,
The city streets are full of hate,
The lights are red, it's all too late.
How much can a poor man take?
Aye Chris, this shit crazy
I feel deep down you hate my soul but I want you to take it
You don't give a fuck about my feelings so my heart you break
a damn bout the trauma come after
Don't give a damn that the momma gotta raise ha daughter cause father was shot by a cracker
My daddy was barley in 20s
decent freedom loving people
Everywhere stand at their side in this hour of need."
[verse one - red hot lover tone]
Cries of wait please wait wiggity wait
Nigga I don’t give fucks
I was born a villain
But I’m getting to this money so fuck yo opinion
Got the nine by side collecting my interests
Ima run
cause I hate to lose (huh)
Rocking Puma blood red, I ain't soo woo (nah)
Why they tripping over me, better tie their shoes (hahah)
I can tell they getting
Going up the table day by day
My bread is finna growing
I'm aiming straight up to the space
This niggas so annoying
The way they always fucking hate me
know what I want
It’s clear
Don’t hate on me
Don or Dear
We won’t get along
Not now not never
Not then
This year
I want what’s mine
No matter of when
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries
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