Lyrics:
I'm goin insane, used to jump fence, breakin up weed like it's dense
Sippin on juice by the 10's, bought her new dress, I see it all likes lens
Who are you
Who am I
What to do
Me oh my
What to choose
In this life I get amused
By different foods
And different boobs
Hmm
Too much heat
Sun
sick with it no cure close the clinic
Hit the club no lines we just stroll on in it
Who am I kidding never was a one for limits (we outchea)
She know, I
I am lady C
I am, I am lady C
I am lady C
I am, I am lady secret
I am lady C
I am, I am lady C
I am lady C
I am, I am lady secret
This song is
[Intro]
Let the durag down on you bitch ass niggas
So y'all niggas could remember who the fuck I am
Y'all niggas must not remember who the fuck I am
someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why
someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why
like kendrick
i am supported
by industries
feelin me
she gon need me
but i am rollin
i make a killing
i fill the space
hush up
cops in front of us
am but don’t forget about my roots
Pick myself up by the straps on my boots
I’ma make it in the game
I’ma make it in the game
Fuck the clout, fuck
Patrick but I am no dummy
You can not hide it I see what you doing
You can not hide it so who you been screwing
I know you been lying girl who is you
sneakin' soon he'll be the one who starts all of the attacks
He from Beverly but more like Patrick Beverly with an axe
But me A.K.A
The O.T.M.A
Givin' people
boarder
was she at the match on sunday
when we bet the lads from sligo
we could've won by more i know
i wish i did'nt miss that peno
she says that she can
ain't tears that's the Visine dripping
You have to forgive the past so that you can actually function
Who you are is yours and I am mine
But we still fuck
Aye
Let me out them shackles I been Slavin’ on that block
Aye I am the one that was all Block
I am the one who was servin’ Them rocks
I am the one
What was that
Them people they knocked at
That door and i think they gone kick it in
Who is that
I picked up the rifle i promise
My pistol wont jam again
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you
I pray for my rival my man
Long story short whatever they tell you
Cut it in half they don't believe in ghost
James saint Patrick still run the town
a drought
Looking for and oasis
Who was there by your side
Who was stuck in the matrix
Who was sliding them niggas
Who was serving them patience
When we did
the King of Alaska
I am the Wolf of Wall Street
Fat Cat smokin' good weed
My Ladys want me now
They're gonna whip me down
My name is Patrick Bateman
"I love
as the perpetrator remains at large
For more on this spinecurling and bizarre case
We go live to field correspondent Patrick Bogart
Thank you Harvey
Right now I
another one because i ran off my other girl
Off white, Jag' white, truck white, Lambo'
All white Porsche four door going ham ho
You know who i am ho,
You
never be yours that's why you don't like me If you was on job you'd be here by me
Uh
Child of grime so I'm biggin up Wiley
Radio fit anytime come try
I am trying to find myself
There is something missing with in me
I am questioning myself
Who am I suppose to be
Who am I meant to be
Who am I suppose
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