Lyrics:
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
story
I just hope it helps you know me
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
No really tell me
Ya dig?
Lend me a second of your time
And let me speak what's on my
All the country girls they wanna know how good do I do it
I tell 'em get you a pull, baby get you a pull
Yeah buddy flexin hard, I really wish that he
one night just hit it boy
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name sheena
(ah)
is with me, 4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)
Tell 'em glizzy me
I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin' home)
I got all my people
my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first
For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy
digits love
She said yeah boy come over here boy
I'll give 'em to you in the morning before you leave
If you like this dick put your ring on it
Come
with that wolf gang i told them boys fuck em off
Bought your whole gang, them chains, and you tuck em all
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
Let me tell you what is not
I pay my own bills and I pay em' on time
You worry about yours
Let me worry about mine
I spend my money any way that I like
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
Aye run it up
Stack it up
So much money
You think we robbed a brinks truck
We loaded up
We totting em
It ain’t nothing
Boy don’t make us call your
And I'm gon' stomp 'em out until it hurts
We gon' slide by with that 556 and let the Draco eat 'em for desert
Yeah, we gon' pick 'em up and then we slam 'em
nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast
But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em
I think she'd better tell 'em
Tell me, how you
not answer My phone
Tell them folks I'm not home
But momma ain't that
Boy stay up out my business
Do your dirt all by ya self
Only God Can judge
You
of your mouth like a Zyn
I'm in the club, you ain't in
Okay, yeah
Even if I don't know how I'ma win
Counting this cash, by my bed
Okay, yeah
Counting this
Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
you're at it, stop rolling people for their beats
Man I know your secret, girls you hit em
And stop tryna kiss middle aged women
Stop yelling man. we know
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds!
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
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