Lyrics:
the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp in distress
I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death
Since November, I've been buyin'
You gotta love yourself
You gotta love yourself
Always by your side
If you're not your best friend
Who will be?
You gotta look after yourself
Trust
love
Imma' make you say uhh uh
Oo la la
Mercy moku
Just keep walkin' by
I don't think I know you
Tryna' figure out why
You do what you doin'
Fuckin' with
of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized
to the game that put me on the map
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for
Hold me, slowly, nobody hold me like you hold me
Show me, you love me, ayy, yeah
Fake love, I know niggas died off of fake drugs
And I know niggas
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
when they rage to my songs (yuppa)
Second only to the haze from my bong
Have the craic with the mad moths I love
Time to pay, tell 'em Jack lost
you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigga
yard dash
Stacking up money and counting up cash
Kneel in the field and throw up my flag
To all of my soldiers I lost in the past
R.i.p, yeah I had
You lost all your grind so im taking your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look
by your side
No matter, if life drags you down, she treats you right - anytime
She loves everybody unconditionally no matter if beggars or fat cats,
that you left behind
Love lost? Not even, it keep me refined
I'm aware there's many talents, who want a shot
But there's only 24, on the clock
With that
bags of that white girl and they fat
He called them bbws
I can't waste no opportunity
I was born to be great
You can get lost in thIs awfulest place
love is on the run
Run-run-run-run, fuss-n-fightin'
What's done is what's done, let bygones be bygones
And you was there - to console when I lost my
outfit!
Counting all this cash I done lost count
(I done lost count!)
I just wanna see that ass bounce (Shake it)
Throw it back but don't make a nigga tap
lost in this time warped space
Live another day pray that I don't catch a case
Making moves every day got to bust another play
Trynna fit in I don't
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
got a lot of bitches, I lost count of these bitches (how many?)
I sold a whole brick to a midget
You better start sellin' crack, start your own
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
So we stepped, and went right to her place
It was fat, she had a dope crib
She offered food, like some barbecue ribs
I said "no thank you" not now
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up
.jpg/277px-Fats_Navarro_(Gottlieb_06551).jpg "Fats Navarro")
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