Lyrics:
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
All my Harajuku Barbies I see you (burr, huh)
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Oh (talk to 'em Nick'), Nicki Minaj
I mean, you know, there ain't
need a rich boy
In love with your body
Your love is your body
Your insecurities
Is more than a hobby
You hot as wasabi
Your flaws go right by me
That
I say
Bitch im not a dawg
Im a wolf
Try to read me
But cant judge me
Like the cover of a book
By the look on they faces
I can tell i got em shook
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
drive by
So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it, tell 'em
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts,
Westside,
the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
happy now,
Turning my back-
Nothing to say!
"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't
the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standing on the blocks smokin' nicotine
Let them lil' boys run the city, I got bigger dreams
Calling whenever you mad
"Yea this Nigga winning on the game right now
But don't let 'em tell you shit because he trash." (Childish ass nigga)
And for ohh
at yo knee
We goin bruise (Bruce) em look like Lee,
Keep a Glock up in my pants but my name is not no Key,
My guns giving niggas tattoos, boy just got
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
standin at the cliff boy
Go and tell the captain, that I'm capturin the ship boy
They was tryna cap him, it don't matter I don't shift boy
Why ya music
the start ye
My Heart made of Gold
And my chest made of Iron
I can't take the compliments
When they tell me did well
I just look em' in the eye and tell em
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
they ass a kiss
I kill 'em and laugh, it is like I'm a serial masochist
'Cause I'm a rude boy, and I ain't gon' change
Have whole heap of gyal and I
on
Yeah, I love your dress, but shawty take it off
I ain't rich, I ain't rich, nigga, tell em' I ain't rich
I ain't rich, nigga, tell em' I ain't rich
I see
like that
But fuck it cause these thoughts that I been having-
I tell ‘em
Run run run , I just can’t let ‘em slide
Woah woah woah, I tell ‘em pick
the smell of success
Ain't hard to tell em who next
I'm raising hell I'm possessed
Need to excel fuck the rest
I'm living well not much stress
Cuz by myself
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
the same, 'cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell 'em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked,
music, that's the end of it
Tried to tell 'em that I get ridiculous
Big blade on me, send 'em to the clouds since he
Cappin' - talkin like he limitless
this (Never ever)
I always gotta check ‘em, tell ‘em that I am not average (I ain’t)
Give a fuck about the hate, that’s why I always talk my shit, yeah
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