Lyrics:
All love one sec,
Ya tell me ya need me
She likes my pic,
And then you leave me
Laughing wit cash,
Ya right I'm cheesy
Look what you made me do
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
la la yeah
Ooh ooh
La la la yeah
Ooh ooh
We’ll be so fine together
My mamas gonna like you (like you like you)
Oh you know me by now
I like
work and staying up all night, rest up mama
I, I love you
What makes it harder through the fights
Is that you'll always be by my side
Even when the day
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
fuck with unc', he's super cool
Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools
I told him, "Unc'
They make the type of tools I use
Tools I got'll make a nigga
Uh we ye yah nah
Oh ye
Ye ya
Mama don't you ever cry
Cos you know my love will be there
Promise to be by ur side
Until the end of time
Is so
Look into the mirror of life
And tell me what you see
I see people all over the world
Who needs to know the meaning of love
Let me tell you
or conciderit
As you my dear
Love my parents just as much
But lets get one thing clear
You raised me by choice and you didn't have to (mama)
Showed me where
How you tell me love me? You knew you wouldn't keep me around
Done with the fightin', I don't want discussions, so now I'm just tunin' you out
We
wanna go 'cause I'm him
Shawty got a man, but the dick weak (weak)
She gon' hit me up when she miss me (me)
Dale, dale, dale, no pierdas sentido
She
don't think he like pop
Trying to get mama straight
While trying to duck all these opps
But she look at him and smile
And grab his hand like okay
I love
That's when my cousin
had let me shoot that 380
In the back of Ice house
I let that out
And we smoked our lifes out
We ain't put it out
Mama told me you
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
Man look straight off the rip
Slide with me Imma put you on some old Yuuurp Liiife shit
Camo gang shit my mama 3rd child shit
Broward county nine
gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck
her best to raise him right
And mama cried..
Lord I pray
Watch over my baby boy
Bring him home safe
Let him feel your lovin' arms
Lord I'm callin' in
everyday
From LA to the Bay, you know we never play
Yeah look, uh, all this ice on
I gotta roll with the Python (Brr)
Uh, shooter, shootin'
Whatever he
out, look out at each town that glides by
And there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes
And see how that light you love now just won't shine
it like me
La Perla on in a white tee
Red bone, so feisty
Hope you're 'round wherever I be
I promise if I never did, it's time to tell ya
I love
they love me bulletproofly, but I can't tell
My reputation everything, that's why I can't tell
They gave him life and then they stuck me in the same
alright, back to the story. Kickin' ball on the concrete and the Olders look at me like 'he's got fast feet, ay, kick him' ...So they did. I got a kick-in,
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