Lyrics:
a vision, leave it locked inside his heart though
Why would he paint it out when they don't view him as Picasso?
That's real shit
I'm tryna make it to heaven
cobain
He did that and not with a flame
and what I'm trying to say all the same
Is music died and you're to blame
Did you get the pun; I put it plain
Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)
OK, drop it
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be recruitin' keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' but
the most, but I'm sleep...
Everybody now a victim and even more is even sheep
Got Adele type feelings, they be rolling in the deep
Bitches break down faster
she so thirsty (boy)
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground
she so thirsty (boy)
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground
she so thirsty (boy)
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground
feds coming
So I can't let you fuck with that we getting hella money and getting better buddy
Big bad wolf I ain't never cried it
Handle shit myself I'm
I'm the candyman, I got sweets
For all the sweet MCs that fake funk in the streets
[Sample] (Pop Da Brown Hornet)
Gotta move it over here
(Yo keep
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
I can never stop I'm way too wavy with it
Bitches lie, numbers don't
I can't quit I'm makin' dough
Fuck these bitches one by one they fallin' down
him wrapped by my fingertips
I'm rock hard every time that he can't get his up
Make him wanna change it up
And I only feel forgiven if changes us ?
to end
I'll say it again
I refuse to quit
Bitch
How bout get the fuck off my dick
Bitch
Drive by and I'm bumping my shit
Bitch
In the studio got me a hit
With molecules and lots a juice the neck of the noose I'm lettin' it lose yo
When you turn purple get out my circle if you got that shit that be
give it all a-
Still drippin' in finesse (Goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows, I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different
hard, it's good for my health
Stay movin' low, we movin' with stealth
Kickin' the bucket, I'm wishin' them well
I'm gettin' bucks, not talkin' gazelle
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
I got a gat, man, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with
living legend getting better by the second
Real rap is underrated I'm just here to represent it
I got the brain to lead a nation I can run for the senate
it ring (brr)
Got back up with me and we movin' in sync
Got killer instincts but I spit that vaccine
I'm only hittin' raw if I hit a couple times
brain
I run it up all damn day
I'm just sayin
I DONT GIVA FUCK
Quit complaining
Bend ya ass over no waiting
I'm tired of playing yo games
I been
and spin it
Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'
Crash 'bout that guap, I'm with it
Splash at his top and split it
Max love
Girl, it's like a dime-bag dro (dro)
The way you movin' that crush real slow
Got me floatin' like a butterfly
I'm so high, can touch the sky
I'm
mind
I need someone like you to be always by my side
We both need a way to find that inner trust
That both of us can truly feel that means so much
I'm
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