Lyrics:
is
To get this off my chest.'
Becky's holding tight to her glass
Good coke, brain fast
She watches his face as he talks
Little bump on her
the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
wish)
Your girl said I work wonders
She breath heavy when I rub that clit (yeah)
Why she love teef my jumpers?
You're not my wife, you're just a hit
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Will you marry me?
[GIRL]: "So where's the ring?"
[SOS]: I... I had one but... I dropped it in the sink...
my... my manager... he... he made me get off
squoze him
You can't rap beef with the MOB, we might just shoot the shows up
Wake up and grab my cup and I ain't talkin' Folgers
It's best you keep your
woes gotta list now (oh my god)
See through hoes like a wet shirt (ay)
Girl you know im a damn flirt (ay)
Hand move down that tight skirt
Side bitch got
my logic get another dollar
Just to keep you
In the presence of your chico ah!
I don't talk about it, be about it
Everyday I sequel
I don't talk about
On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop ya
Or do you promise to keep him handy
And don't hand him to nobody, nobody except
Check the clip, musta emptied it
She told me loves me, but she broke my heart now
I'm turning all these good girls into bitches
You and I on the edge
Been Down Girl I Feel So Defeated
Hearts Been Shattered
I Promise It’s Bleeding
All The Bullshit Lies And The Cheating
You Keep Coming Back
I Keep
off the hook so you know I gotta treasure her
What else, mami by my side
She don't care what I do or how rough the ride
My bitch all hood with some
collee (collee)
(2x)
I can't sleep cause my God damn teach
Keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
to your arm and your feet
When you going to make a change in your life?
I -I eh, fallen way too low (Way too low)
I got blood in my hands (Blood in my
Step on the beat
This my song now
Spoke
(I'm off the shroomies too)
Tell me why I'm feeling how I feel
If I love you then I leave you for I take you
yeah
You dead wrong, got my head gone
You dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Oooooooooooh
Girl, I deliver good dick like
The girly girls the dudely dudes, come on get up, put on your disco shoes, all night all right oh yeah! Get off your butt get on your feet, grab
seriously poked in
Your crack by ministers
Eww, these days rappers on my TV
Are braggers about their swagger rocking
Karats off of Ebay
But I ain't tripping,
an A.M.I shirt, that’s your car note
10 Grand in my hand today, I could blow it all
Instagram my whole haul, so you copy without a flaw
I do this, i really
not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm trying
spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
Counting
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
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