Lyrics:
her love, man I swear she golden gloves
It's just us one on one, baby girl you know what's up
Bring a friend for my twin, cause we gotta double up
He is truly amazing
Yea
Lord Fucking Lucretius
Uh
We ain't got gas and we ain't got coal
If I rap to this hub it'll light by itself
You want
down nigga
You know I'm paper chasing
Lil nigga run through holes Walter Payton
You say what? I got them like what you paying
My bitch bad but I cheat I
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
Cuz I’m seekin for the freakin baby already got a lady I know u got a man so ain’t no need to be actin shady
So tell me what u wanna do cuz girl it’s
that's growth
But I still lay your ass out for the low (ah)
Now, roam in, make it hard to trip
I'm talking big dick shit, man it's hard to grip
Got
sliced up all my tires, so I had to take the bus
I never would admit it, so she told me we were done
She said she found a paper with Stacy's number
about no paper
Gave you hooks and verses now you niggas tryna play me
Scavvy my nigga
Yea I think a nigga famous
10 Of 10 my bitch ain't got no flaw she
After that I turned on the game what she thought this was
Ian finna sit here and cuddle with you bitch I got my nut
Fuck the game I went to the living
So mans duty is to get back to the creator
How do you do that? we do it through prayer
Ahhh professor i self... ah you said prayer, ah you tripping
And she say she love me, don't believe her
The reason I'ma leave her
My heart got cold, I need a heater
My wrists still on freezer
I iced out my
constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man, come on
Keepin' it comin', keepin' it goin' 'cause we ain't playin'
I'm talkin' to all
Aye
Got my family out the dirt, I was Incentivized by pain
Hate me or love me my city recognize my name
Diamonds on my chain look like I enterprise
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
So narcotic outta sight
What a gas
what a beautiful ass
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head she's universal
like, yo, I could go get a hundred her Fuck that lil' bitch, man, you know I'ma hunt it up[01:55.45]By the summertime, I should be a hundred up She think
Stunted my growth as a youngster but I been growin'
Rubbish dumped on my shoulder 'til I learned to throw it
Became a man when I took a stand pussy
a sequence
Sold out to the block I got it back by this new weekend
I wanna spend the weekend spend the weekend got up wit yo hoe
She made her throat go
Can't catch being fake imma real one
Shark go 130 onna highway
One catch me lacking by the gang way
Fifty shot hit your man pick a mandate
Can't hang with
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
this
Got a new car you can check my outfit
She aint really know that a nigga real quick
She so bad make a nigga cum quick
Yea I got time but you know it
and turning your mans to a sailor
See you later alligator, sayonara, yous a goner
Got your girl acting like my daughter, she doing what I taught her
Hope you
with me
Better step up on my block
These bitches on me
Like a wall got a clock
But I ain't even bragging
Cuz now I got a honey
She watching all my
You know I have options
Three man in a week twenty-seven per year tryna talk bout options
Bro I ain't tryna jeet it
I got standards and feelings
She
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