Lyrics:
her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended
I called, she ain't
Better look alive
Getting subsidized
That D' Lo shit
Better recognize
I'm running laps with Satan
All my demons getting exercised
My head's
do we do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we
white from every one of my channels.
Nothin' but static remains, I ain't really changed.
I just disconnected and chucked all of my feelin's away.
I'm numb
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
shuttin down, ain’t nothin to do in the town
But I’m thirsty, thirsty, thirsty thirsty
(Whoa whoa whoa)
Bored in the house, but I’m in the house bored
Don’t
You can talk all you want, buy you'll do nothin'
There's only one Conor McGregor, and there's no fighter better
And he's going to knock out Floyd
news
I've had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (Keep cuttin' up)
Ooh oh
I just take it day by
And you can't keep runnin in and out of my life
Whatcha want to Do?
And you better change your ways and start treatin me right
And you can't
let's not get too deep
I took me like damn, I must've forgot how many
And when I get on, I might start charging for a picture (Pew)
Damn
Yeah better
It ain’t nothin new
What you goin thru
It ain’t nothin new
So what you goin thru
It ain’t nothin new
Christ is your refuge
He won’t refuse
Beloved, do
'cause there's no relationship
I beat that, the next day you called in sick
Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons
Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's,
cuz there's no relationship
I beat that, the next day you called in sick
Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons
Off Baby Phat, Levi's, JLo's, Guess
Adrenaline rush, no charlie
Calm myself by smoking bob marley
I'm a chilled out guy...
But I can understand why you would think I'm barmy
I'm tryna be done
I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I'm doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me
watch these banks roll by, take it on in
Don't get too deep, don't forget where I've been
Nothin' but time to see where it takes me
Floatin' this creek
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up
security will be knockin'
While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin'
I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back
Ask my nigga, I'll be
side of you
I've never seen before
Nothin' that I would do was ever enough for you boy, ooh baby
And that you're drivin' our Mercedes Benz
Loaned
me alone, you can't do nothin' for me
Ridin round the city with blick right beside me One hand on the wheel, other hand on her body
I don't wanna fuck,
Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like that
Geah, uhh
Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec
It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne
Nothin but cum
Ain't nobody worried, everybody's tryin'
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
If you wanna have something, you better start frontin'
What ya gonna do
lie o)
Everyone head faced up (Stay up)
Looking for good things to come by now
We do hustle we don double in
We don dey wait for a birthday now
Life
deal Sam
Selling cars by the ton
So what comes next
After Violet's three
A pistol popping punk
Named Mike TV
Cheer up Charlie
Just be happy alive
Youre
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