Lyrics:
yuh
20 Missed calls on your phone yuh
20 Missed calls by my phone yuh
20 Missed calls by the hotel
Why we talking trough a phone not seeing each other
cheering you
Though I dropped 20 in 20 and did it by self, so I should feel imperial
Though I dropped 20 in 20 and did it by self, so I should feel imperial
Sasquatch
Boy you just a mascot, go and take ya mask off
Now why ya had to get the masqatch
I could put ya head up on ya shelf like its a matchbox
I could you
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
about this new program
You know, you get over it in like twenty one
Like twenty one years?
Na like twenty one days
That's'
Let me write for you, it's
Frankie's mother said he can't come out to play
I guess he got caught again trying to throw his peas away
It's too bad cuz there's plenty of time
think I'm gonna start me a fire
Got my matchbox in my hand
Burnin' up the pages in my little black book
Start my life all over again
I don't need
"Wendy's called by th eway, they told me that you're fired."
Woah oh oh, Woah oh oh
So wreckless for all these years
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
I crash
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
late
(I can't keep chasing you)
(I'm taking my life back)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
I don't think she understands the sacrifices that
Will you say a few words?
Ringo: Hello, there
Kiddies i'd like to sing a song for
You today called "Matchbox" There you go
Rodney: Set fire to that lot
hit it fast (Fast), yeah, I hit it slow (Slow, slow)
But by the mornin', girl, I gotta go (Go, yeah)
Gotta get ready, tonight is my show
If you okay,
-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
brother he a big blood
Little cuz he a big crip
Me myself I'm gangster
So I walk around with big drip
My life is like a movie
Peep how they try to do me
You
twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating
never catch you when i want & that's the bad part
Egos come and go and you can't stroke mine like a matchbox
I was breaking hearts and solving cases
was you tryin' to keep hidden?
Don't mind me, I'm booted and been sippin'
This fuckin' song sixteen minutes
This shit better than Uzi 20 Minutes
'Cause
bittersweet escape (yeah)
Lay by my side, lost in my eyes
Deep in the night sing a lu-lu-lullaby-by
We'll go for a ride
Maybe I might hold you too tight
Sing
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
I'm a master of matchbox guitar sessions
You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
Like, that's not a card that I would've picked but it's
trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
Mook
twenty Benz back, you see a nigga,
with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
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