Lyrics:
bored (yuh, aye)
I told you to grab that skate board, yuh (yuh, aye)
You said that you did not know how to ride a board
Neither do it but do I look bored?
Do what I can, put on my mans
You say I'm wack but I know you a Stan
Plot getting thick, now you stuck in a jam
Really a sheep, matter fact, you a lamb
floor you should see the views (alright)
She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad man
I don't wanna leak your nudes
How do I say without
chopped, your soul is mine
"to hell is where i'll send a man"
= I am Lucifer
Worship me and make your children do the same
"like a box of red hots" = Hot
mom. I go, mom, is what you're going to do. You're going to pull out your phone, you're going to hit the Uber app. Okay. I was like, and then you
already U degrading me
By saying I'm old look at my face
But Unfortunately Hip Hop do not come with a age
Yeah I'm grown but I'm a baby in the came
I've
inhale them fumes
I just wanna see your family die, we ever get into it
Kill everybody who love except for you so you can see me do it
Naw, that ain't
shining like it's perfect timing yeah
Pressure Pressure Pressure
You can't love on these thots it can make you a blind man
Just want you to know that I do
at a table is the main act
Undistracted by tonight's events, dude is laid back
Only with a wire tap can you hear his practice runs
Doesn't need his earbuds,
tryna answer the question of who am I
Late night drive by myself, I like to get high by myself
I only rely on myself
I can do bad on my own, I do all my
Woah, huh
All my Skullgirls do no talking
If you ain't for the action keep walking
Grab the girl by her horns now she honking
I don't give a (I don't
that the beat bump do sound tough
I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery
Woke up in the same air you huff, early
By twelve o'clock the whole Earth
'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun,
cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
wonder where he's at?
What you gon' do girl? Where you wanna go?
I know you don't get impressed by the bag I spent on you yeah
I know you want I know you
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
See me coming
Down the road
I'm coming down the road
Standing by the end of the line
What you gonna do
Intuition can't you see
Mistreator got
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
Man you don't know me
You just think you do
But you only know what I show you
It's P_Lo, yea
How you know the shit that I'm on (How you know)
If you
kick
Spit fly shit as if I was baggin' a new chick
Instead of bitin' mines, it be best you bite on the chew stick
Funny how niggas be tryin' to do shit
all the good things
That a man's supposed to do
I know a lot of men who wish they had
A sweet little woman like you
'Cause your kind is so hard
going downtown, man what a sight
You shining so bright in my eyes
And I never thought that I would live this type of life
And I'm taking the southbound
pain he only spills on a pad rather than peers
Claims to be saved by God's grace from his mistakes
Being poor made him patient how you think he do
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