Lyrics:
'cause without them I wouldn't know how to shit on niggas
I was ballin' in the paint, tryna see the picture
Just let me know what smoke you want, I got
David Dobrik merch
No, she won't stick her sticky fingers in her purse
And if she don't gimme money I'ma steal from church
'Cause I can't let Tiffany
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
party
So Teachers
Don't let them in without an absence slip!
Pounding in my head
Caffeine in my veins
Don't contribute to my pain
Thunder in my
All by myself playing on repeat
I put on my high heels and I let it bleed
I pour some wine in my favorite cup
And I don't have to care if I get
smashed your face
Still see my face, I ain't got no cake
They showing fake, let them mask the hate
Still stuck on me like some masking tape
I'm fresh
I'm comin' from
I don't want your woman if she's acting dumb
She ain't got no money, so how she gonna pay?
If the girl can't have it when they grab
It'll lean on your will
Let the juices soak the memories to kill
And we'll drink it by the liter
And nobody smiles, that we laugh so hard
Nobody
so they blew up my phone
Have me stressing, asking questions like
"Yo, how did it go?" I knew that when I hit the party I just put on a show
Yo,
see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit
Ehsaan hai mujhpe tumara, chuute na yeh saat hamara
[I owe you big time, may we never loose each other]
Now let's start, at the beginning,
before I
pants an anus (Shit, fuck, damn)
Hundred rounder, I ain't have to aim it
We gon' pull up
Put you in a suit since your ass debating
Hot as hell in my wife
I just want you back
Just let me make it up, yeah yeah yeah
'Cause girl, you're the one I love
I'll wait here by the door 'til you ain't back no
grandpa's style
Ain't for real ask your grandpa can I have his handmedowns?
Thank you Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket
a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you)
gleam from one ring
Yo let me let why'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin,
One, two, three, four
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops
like windows tinted,
Finished Menace Entertainment, steppin' I represent it,
Government it for life, so let, that be the sentence,
Strap provin'
Look who it is, the saddened and weak
It seems those beams of light have caused some glare
Freakish and dismal. Hollow and bleak
I could go on, but
to over-stand
I'm flowin' like a G5 jet so they have to let me land
I'm gettin' high just to get a piece of mind
It's just another day in my life that I write
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
can't get where we're going
Do you want to sleep easy?
Do you want to go party by the pool?
Do you want to go home?
Do you want to go home?
I don't know
can't get where we're going
Do you want to sleep easy?
Do you want to go party by the pool?
Do you want to go home?
Do you want to go home?
I don't know
were shackles on my hands
Tried to deny it, 'til oppression took command
Turned to the Savior and He opened up my eyes
It caught me by surprise, told me
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