Lyrics:
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
can't have shit prolly cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale
Stedman policy don't ask don't tell
Where my waterbees as I go get
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can't get enough
This small town life runs through my blood
And I'm hooked on it
The first
latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't -
me then, can't fuck wit me now
We dash by the cops, my speakers too loud
Test none of my hittas, that shit'll go south
You fuck wit me now, you'll get
don’t know who you’re serving
But I know we know enough to know that we ain’t certain, so…
I mean can’t just accept that we don’t know, we don’t know?
Out on the streets in the 90's
Never had enough money for an ice cream
Niggas on the other side wanna fight me
All the chicks in the hood wanna wife
mind
South Park
South Park
Every time I wake up, I give the swisha sweet a hit
Sometimes I feel I just can't survive without that lick
Hustlers
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
become insatiable, you can't get enough
When your money gets low, things really get rough
It's your only objective, you lose all perspective
On life,
"Fuck yo, we gotta get this fuckin' loot, baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back in the, yo remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all
Mhm
Yo, I know you see the custom cufflinks
Gator shoes, you know
Take me out back, yeah
(Yeah) just can't get enough
No I can't
(See your-)
hoes
Come from the South and no doubt I wear jibo's and polo's
Everything I ride is chrome and mo-mo's
can't' trust a few, cause that's a no no
You
With you I have the time of my life
No I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Pour drink, fill
have the time of my life
Now I can't get enough
I can't get enough. I can't get enough
I can't get enough. I can't get enough!
Pour drink fill
Activate
I can't get enough of you, I can't get enough of you, I can't get enough of you, I can't
get enough of you, I can't get enough of you, I
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
as it gets
Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
as it gets
Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
Baby I can get lost
Can't get enough of
Baby let me get lost
Baby let me get lost
Baby I can get lost in you
Can't get enough of you
Baby let me get
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