Lyrics:
my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
that makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
to me I'm not over you
Talk about crazy she stuck like glue
She like Lexx don't you miss me
I told her I miss you but girl i miss sucking your titties my
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
Politely I refused and said, "I'm looking for a lady"
So she slapped me in my face and said,
"Boy, you must be crazy"
Different from the ones before
maybe ‘cause you been all in your feelings lately
See them mood swings just drive me crazy
I’m blow to blow with my demons now so I pray to God they don’t
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
Girl, you know that you need to stop
Givin' me the silent, treatment baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent, treatment baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent treatment, baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but
lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory
You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories
You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin'
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
me crazy but I don't know baby
You're thinking that it's me you're fooling
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at what you're doing
Where's
And lick it from the back type nigga
Now don't get me wrong cuz I'm not a ho
But I know what I got you can't handle though
Cuz only real niggas (wha)
the eighties
Baby girl you know love you you know I love you
You know no body sit above you not ah above you
I'm making money for me and you so why you huh why
how I survive||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not
at it but failed to mention
We come from the same place she tell me its ski when I'm trippin
All across the globe shawty thick but she skinny when dippin
, not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
fast, but not fast enough
'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me
And if my past becomes the death of me
I hope you understand
For your eyes, do you
musical,
Now you're nothing but a cringy musical yourself
How do I, get back to jumping on a couch with you blasting from first to last
How Do I get back
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
(what)
That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer
that I'm from is too fuckin' slum, ayy
I'm not askin' for much (I'm not askin' for much)
Girl I'm not askin' for much (I'm not askin' for much)
Just
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