Lyrics:
fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners
& my niggas are my
album seventeen tracks and I ain't got no fucking skits
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
Drop you like a hammer
MC's can't touch this
Nail you down
down I blast my radio!
You ain't got no skills!
(Benny!)
Yo, lemme get a
(Milky Way)
Yup, and lemme also get a
(Daily News)
And a (Post)
call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch
call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch
you ain't got nuthin knew
Nigga I been raised in the field no cotton
Ima go for gold in the drill no stoppin
Demons in the dust, nah for real they went
I'm ridin' 'round with that nina
My diamonds talk for me, they say, "Hi, can I meet you?"
I got Versace all on my back (Versace)
These hoes all
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I
with the universe I got antennas
My mannerism is I ain't got no manners
I'm squinting my eyes in front all of these cameras
Some of my niggas got jobs
I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
Hey it's whatever shawty
You ain't
Graveyard, bitch, I got shovel with me (got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me, oh, yeah)
He ain't gotta do no askin' (do no askin')
I'm tryna
I'm just trynna live life
Some of my brothers lost they soul
Wish they could live twice
Nina by my side
Cause these day's they don't fist fight
I
like Mufasa
I'm always gone prosper
Just leave me alone
My girl is a singer she singing like her name was Nina Simone
When I get to spittin this booth is
the fuck are we
Skip down
Don't change up
Still the same from 1990
No taps
Transfers on the RTD bus
Cats be acting sus
I got one last message
I got one
Wake up, gotta get dough
You must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy
You must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready
from the rip
No apologizing, know he live inside him, soul and body prosper
They know that I got the Keys
We got keys to the city
We got keys to the city
ain’t gotta put me in positions to make
Hard decisions
Need my space with no supervision
Not good in math but this is short division
Yea yea
CHORUS
I
Nigga, them dog ass hoes be creepin'"
I got a few Ms put up for safe keeping
Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee
Nigga, gun hurt, Nina
head
On and on
Call Tyrone
Whoa
Too many clones
My own
Need a
Nina Simone
No gmo's
Or emo
G's in my home
It's 3 to go
Five months Day 2
In a row
That's 3
this shit
They thought they got away
But I know what you did
So we gon double back
Like flat booties no hips
Yea they hate it when I win
So Imma do it
2021 yeah I'm done being humble
Money on my mind yeah I need that shit to double
Walking by myself but I got Nina in my duffle
It's a bandemic
and Tayaneeta
Said you got too many girls Nina
[Chorus]
I need a girl Nina
Ain't no sense in me lyin'
I'm like Biggie you buy her wine
And I just creep
summertime fine
Life is a movie, let's make up the lines
Your presence is soothing, I feel so alive
Girl you got me tripping like I'm Ella Mai
There's no need
me you running fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH
[Chorus:]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we
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