Lyrics:
shit gon be
Baby fuck me up it make me feel so good
You the only one that ever understood
Holding on to these records know one of them gon pop off
So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in
benefits
Look
Cause Baby what’s in a title
If we talking bout Showers
Mines is posse not bridal
Type tough and then say typo
I know it’s wicked
But I’m
OnlyFans (Tomu ver)
Moji fans majú fans, yes, baby
Tvoj obľúbený white boy, niečo jak Shady
Každý album masterpiece, nerobím šmejdy
Pusti si Playlist, Majky
a crazy trigger finger on me
That bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release
Party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me
But
sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up
that'll come and
Never be an individual that
Really give a fuck
Baby tell me whats your interest
Could it be the reason that you wanna
Turn a demon
Stay Safe or Stay Dangerous
Ready to die like a Biggie Smalls album
Wasn't raised from the bottom
I was raised by the bottom
Started from the bottom
but them bomb beats, comin straight from Cali
This is for them players, can you sing this?
Dopefiend shakin in the alley, fiendin for a fix
Cause baby
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
like you want drama see that shit ain't fly
You need to spend a couple nights with a drama queen
And did you ever seen a crack baby
How bout
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
a visit to
They was put there by cops who can't pass a physical
Ain't no beg your pardon, barging in your living room
Run up on your fam while your baby
Afu
You know we been doin' it for years, man
Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby
[Afu-Ra]
Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
and make me play the album
I'm out to rule the world
while you talk about your silly glasses
half-ass rappers can't match this
the shit I
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
I'm livin' on cribs while u dreamin' in ya cribs
So all you big babies can keep on ya bibs
Stayin' on tour while my album gettin' shipped
Tryin'
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
too hard to fake it
Aye
I'd make a deal but you might break it
Aye
The way it's going there's no way we'll make it
Aye
That's how it is baby
recordin')
Hold on, uh
Baby, that's the difference
From other niggas makin' bad decisions
Good music, that attract the business
My last album was
mob block live again
Look at these whips we're riding in
Making ball and look easy baby
We don't practice like Iverson
Sliding in I'm 'em super post
da da da da da da
I see you watching mami
You keep on passing by me
I see you sticking out your ass
Showing off your body
I see who's hand you holding
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