Lyrics:
to blame
I can't walk away
Running from the same mistakes
Speeding like we got no brakes
I'm losing I could never chase
It ain't over till I set it straight
hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise
grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I
I busta free, these niggas must be crazy (what)
There ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
Who can
he's on the phone, ain't it dull and grey?
You havin' more fun when you with me babe
Do you feel content, or is it just okay?
Tell me why you still
to get her nails polished
She was like Jacob's ladder
when King David had her
He played the harp with her daily by her gall-bladder
She had a sweet
waist move that waist
Ain't got one thing to prove to no jihga
Jihga get up out my way get up out my way get up out my way
Come like David and Goliath
of liars
Im keeping the flame lit but I aint no lighter
My music excite me, I love the excitement
Im loving the process it feel like im trying
Just got
is where I stay
I can't see a hater cuz the money in the way, no
Ima make it big some day
I'll move far away from where the skies are always gray
Organization
Before 1978 there was no blood with AIDS contamination
It ain't little green monkeys
It's little white honkeys crossing bouing leukemia with sheep
my Dad so I got it like that
Got it like that! Genius Level Talent
Ain’t no Bricks In My Backpack when I’m out on Troy Ave
Except ‘bricks’ for these
and lean not on your own understanding
Some of these ladies are demonic, ready to pull down whoever they find standing
Loving her ain't no different from
all y'all, you know, I love all y'all
I ain't gon' say no names, but I love all y'all
Shout to all my homies on the block, Madison Street, whole
It aint no real love when you in the street's
And if you turn your back on it
Then its rip
Im still screaming free Lamar let him out them cells
Free
She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll)
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
The present's all we got
You don't have to fight it
SOY ÚNICA PAPA
AINT NO ONE LIKE ME
Spanish speaking white girl
Check me out like Nike
You should let me love
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't payin' for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex
'Cause I got street
Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't payin' for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex
'Cause I got street
got anger issues
It's getting steaming fucking hot
Mobbing down the lane, keep a steady aim
I don't play, make you disappear, no David Blaine
I'm
the next eight months
Then I change up like it ain't much
You do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups
Still blabbing bout some frame up vision
MN living gray
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
I blocked my throat from all the toxic shit I didn't say
No saints in mind but every color turns Manila Grey
Words come out my mouth like its
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