Lyrics:
is hate day(Hands up!)
Go on the floor nigga it's pay day, you know the prosedure
Her animal and holdin heat it toatin the refer
Rollin off
Still taking L’s when a nigga out here winning
Pray to god even tho a nigga really out here sinning
Put my heart up into this music you can hear it in my
ran from us
Stop takin them percs to boost my high cause i be changing up
Give a fuck bout the past
What ya doing na u niggas broke asf
Trap right by
just like a mattress from the Marriott
If they getting buck you light them up and let the paramedics carry them
Nigga this that hood shit
That where
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you
the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke
Invest in pounds
bring the dough in, shawn sister
She hoeing
Like Brenda with her baby, she six months
She showing for 50 should suck that
For a buck you could fuck that
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
to either text or call
Some are ok, and they treat you mad cool
Some fools mistake kindness
cnd get the tool
She is with you but not for long
By the look
and pianos
Me I get bags like Randall's
Whipping up work like Shawn o
Need a condo by the Gallo
Short lil nigga wit a tall hoe
Masked up jumping out
(we grindin')
Summer we gone ball (it's up)
Fuckin' with my rhythm need a sec to catch my tempo
Go low for a couple years to write my manifesto
Syrup by
come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
(Reek da Vill' nigga)
Ma you rollin’ with me
the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, 'em, Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here!
Maybach outside
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
am so cool
Knock knock, "Who is it?"
"It's the Soopa, here to pay that ass a visit heard you wasn't givin up
Your pussy, so I got the right dick
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Kash told me stop slacking on my pimping
You know them bills due at a
Listen
Fed up with my player ways
Push me in my manic state
Shopping how I
of what's left of me.
[Verse 1: Shawn Mard]
Yeah talk about them long nights
Fucked up while I wrong rights
Encore so I gotta hit the song twice
Make
(Umm Shawn, was there anything else you wanted to get off your chest?)
I've been broken and hurt
Feeling empty so
I will turn to the Father
Now His
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I smoke weed every day, nigga
Every day
I'm one of the prettiest motherfucker you've ever seen on the planet Earth, bitch
If you didn't know by now,
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
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