Lyrics:
Surrounded by forms of military
Unapologetic
While I'm running up the currency
You don't see me
Not cause I don't fuck with you
It won't be getting better
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
it
Booty ain't dumb, it's stupid
Tell by the way you move it
Baby got stain from the juices
Then got drained when I boost it
Fuck thinkin' hoe
Just do
the day is
Now I'm steppin' out the Louis store, I came from payless
Shut the fuck up, baby go and say less
Slim shoulders, baby where the waist is?
I was
blame someone else by your own true flaws
Glock do a twist and then turn you to mist and this bitch with the revs of my flow
For you, for you, for ya,
gonna eat it up, yeah
Baby a freak with an app-tight
You sleep on me nap time, better past time
When I split it like half time
Tmase is a go getter, ain’t
Wishin' we could get away, get away
You roll up, you po' up liquor
Thoughts won't get away, get away
My number done changed, so we can't talk, so
Now
in this bitch
And we all for one better be cautious, son
'cause the time is now
Look, no more talk, where the riders now?
We ain't even tryna hide it
hard
And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama
And I gotta get this package off
Uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater
Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it
haunted by Jamaicans
Them niggas had their corners on red
Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars
Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin'
just hear to fuck you know that love
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin' me up how many bitches
Sippin' St. Germain Dom Peri pool side
(Pool side)
You know it’s better when
You’re by my side
It’s always gotta be you
(So I’m gonna get)
Louis, Balenciaga
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
& they toe up
Fasho
Damn
Whatchu gone do now
Gotta play smart better cool down
Stick to the scrip know whatchu gone Say don't hesitate don't make a mistake
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
Can you guess who's back with an attitude?
An animal that you better never crash into
No Marsupial could ever hold a candle to
This mentally
see yo face nowhere by the peace, Allah
A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off
Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off
With 10
top is more closer to christenings
Throw up by navels No Boundaries the label
So no I can't stay hoe heart cold as a lake around Michigan
Army better
got glocks
I still remember the first time I got shot
Cause I got lined up, yeah right by her thot
Cause my baby mama, she took my guap
But I swear
to f*** you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many b****es want to ride wit
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
Mami on it
She got ten racks from the corleone
She tell him buy me chanel
Louis v and ralph
Dissin' the coupe she want
Four seats when they revvin'
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
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