Lyrics:
steel
It was so easy for you to leave me, baby how it feel
To break the only man that gave a damn, girl you ain't real
Remember we were more than friends
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
said sweeter than the cookie
Better than a hookie
Paid up what’s good G
HAHAHA YOU BITCHES IS SO MAD ... I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY YOU ARE STILL HANGING
you're givin' me, you're givin' me the real thing
As mornin' greets us with its song, I'm woken by your sweet caress
There in the sunshine of your smile,
but not with you
You see, thought you were better than me
Consider me gone, cause I'm moving on
I know it's the right thing to do, so I'm over you
I
(Got what you need, girl)
We gon' get you in, it's all-access
Chillin' with the DPG (come get with me, babe)
You doin' VIP, that's real
Don't even
(Got what you need, girl)
We gon' get you in, it's all-access
Chillin' with the DPG (come get with me, babe)
You doin' VIP, that's real
Don't even
You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
When am I even good enough? Acknowledge your friends
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again
to cover what he do
Other women tryna fuck but
He don't even let em
How you do a Nigga wrong,
That's just tryna do better
Please explain it
How you listen
me doing my walk, not a thing on my mind
Got me feeling like wine, only got better in time
Would you be my Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde
I told her I'm
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for sure not for no
Bitch even if she was
Badder than
Good luck tryna do the same thing Ima one of one
By the time you hear this song I'll be on my hundredth one
Yea, real artist know where I'm comin from
It's real walkie talkie (What else?)
I got that from the DB's, my cousin, work dirty!
If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be
Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell
I wonder how it would be
If a woman made as much or even more than me
There's a thing called equality that's been lacking in this world
It is messed
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
I got a strike
She eleven out of ten even better than a dime
Her body soul and mind
Be lucky to call you mine
Got two seats in the coupe
So hop in
Could it be love
Could it be a peace of mind
Somedays are better than others and things change
Somedays everything just seems to feel the same
I've been
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look better than yours?
still come at ya neck-
Hold on, (ayeee) hold on shorty lemme do my thing (Ooooh baby)
Hold on, I'm almost there, yeaaah... (Ooooh baby)
Shorty, this how
evidence
More than merely evident
When I roll by
Baby you can smell me a mile away
And when I step in the room
Them people hating putting smiles away
I live
I got a whole collection of
A home grown selection me and broke niggas
Two things with no connection
I can't see 'em like the
FaceTime with no
did this story in one day
I wrote in all in the booth
The lights off plus my baby daddy
Doggin me too
And these kids do is cry
I don’t even sleep no
a casket, like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here
Better than my last, uh
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