Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
rainin' hund'eds all around your atmosphere
(It'd be easy) you can build a mansion sky high
'Til can't nobody see the roof when they drive by
But
for the moment homie
Nobody's Perfect through the flaws keep it going homie
Yea
Keep it going homie
Yea
Keep it going homie
No wishing, just prepare for
Oh
Can't nobody love me like you
Can't nobody hold it down too
Is this what it feels like I know it just feels right
Because I went and made
Don't let nobody tell you different
As a child I had no fear
Had No worry worries bout yesterday
Joyfully I play
Oh then day by day
Others opinions reign
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no)
DJ Khaled!
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your
of a child's old fantasy
Ruins of a child was [?]
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you
[Chorus: x2 Nate Dogg]
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to, do this shit right
Get my hustle
child
Are you happy with the way that
He's been givin' her the belt
Shut up
Take it by your bleedin'
He's been beatin' strong on ya
Tellin' me
And that's why I never trust Nobody
Want to be the son and come back Home
Now I'm waiting here sitting by my lone
God meet me in a whisper
I feel I'm down in
in Florida, child.
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, gonna tell me what to do.
Stepchild!
By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.
Turn
friends boy I got my mom
I need nobody I got my mom
Bitches with order they got no type
Thanks to my mama never enough
All of these bitches the play by my
Blakk Skellington bitches
Now everybody gets all worked up over these record-breaking athletes
But nobody wants to talk about these yolked out
Growing up yea you know I was a wild child
Influenced by rap influenced by trap
Yea I thought it was cool but I played smart
But I had to make it
Driving cadillacs through the atl
Trying to make it to heaven
So I'm going through hell
Nobody knows my pain
So my cup is full
I'm trying
to when I was under 18, I was a minor
I was light-headed in a dark place
No J. Cole, middle child era
So I'm tryna settle whether I would be fine by myself
getting closer
And can't nobody stop me but the man in my reflection
And can't nobody block me when I'm going by direction
And can't nobody cut me cause
else should be
Hurting by your twisted tongue
Of cruelty
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Hopes to meet the real live devil
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
The years go by, that’s what they do
But her eyes are just as wild
Now she reflects herself in your eyes
She’s the difficult child
You try your best, or so
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
were my ride or die
I thought you were my future wife
I thought we were gonna have a house and a child
But I fooled myself by believing all those lies
I
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