Lyrics:
dey see me (dem no dey see) (way up deh, way up deh)
Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
I keep it hundred percent true
Games weh you
room
Don't clean clothes, I hit show room
She's anorexic
No food so it's half the check up in Nobu
I got bad habit's and good habit's
Cheat a lot 'cause
I'm so desperate, I can't believe I've sinned against you
Create in me a clean heart (I'm so sorry)
Your mercy is what I need
Woke up this
Step up in this bitch with like 2 fist fulla ones
Ready to blow it on a bitch that clean me up with her tongue
Got this dick up by her ribs she think
things
We don't know what words mean
But all is forgiven, wipe that motherfucking slate clean
If you ever see me, by some freak of fate
Please call out my
acting
You been taking my attention, what's happening
Young Steve McQueen, but girl you my queen, (hold up)
You won't catch me simping or slippin' I keep
may be seated
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Mastermind
Nigga got
Ayy, yo yo (Uh, huh)
Aye (What's up?) check this out (Okay)
Lil Jon in this bitch (That's right, nigga)
Corporate Thugs, motherfucker, motherfucker
by sin
One by one
It's minutes before dawn
So I call her back again
What I want's what you want
This bitch is my reflection
I swear I'm shocked
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
you love is mama
Then you start growin' up and wonderin'
What made the girls start gettin' pretty
Then you start carin' 'bout how you're lookin'
looking clean yeah my fit nice
Ay what you need
A sacrifice
No a masterpiece
That's coming tonight
Guess I'm stuck up at night
With a knife
Guess I cut it
you should pick up
It's 2:30 in the morning
Now I should be snoring
With you right by my side
But you won't pick up
It's 2:30 in the morning
I know you
I
Come clean with the truth
I know that no matter what you’re cutting me loose
I swear I’ll
Dig deep into my core
Guilty so I’m hiding it by loving
what do you think about the blues
You think they're gonna clean up, it's just gonna get worse, or what?)
Not right now it's not gonna clean up, it's too
fuck wit me
Specialize into that greenery
Meanin' to do
Whatever the fuck I want to do
Even if it means settin' up shop by a pre-school
(Progress)
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
here
We smoking marijuana and we just don't care
We got it right here
So blaze up the chalice with the ganja
Verse: 1
Herbs by the parcel, herbs
the first reality
We should live by
Not judgin from what's on the inside
You hate us for the color of our skin?
Why?
What will it take for you to see?
We're
a scammer
Like what is the flavor she coming through drinking it up like a kool aid jammer
Even worse she did it on camera
No rehearse I come in and battle
about him and she be
Ready to fight for him
Clean up nice for him low life nikes on em
You know it's the turbo when you
Hear the pipes on em
Nice day top
controlled by this substance// The loneliness, having a home is what I mostly miss/ My only wish, is that I never sold my soul to opiates// I gave away my
things into your own hands
To take the water from the well
And declare it tainted by greed
We got to surely clean it up
Clean our house
Our inner
2-1-5)
We settin it from Southside, pushin this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it
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