Lyrics:
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Man, fuck that give me
Pizza chain on medallion candy-gray Maybach
Her ass stay flat
"You really shouldn't say that"
Man, it's RiFF RAFF
Thirty K
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two
stunned me to find out
That you've never won Best Album at
The Grammys i suppose I shouldn't be
Surprised, but it's kind of odd
Considering what you've done
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
the staircase no escalator/I try to keep a badd bitch but I rotate em/Family or not you on a need to know basis nigga/
Hook: (June B)
Tell me what's the problem
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
me back now
Yeah
Yeah, look
Yeah, look
Yeah
You gave me a smile just to take it away
Saved by your grace
Then killed by the same way it came
I’ll fake
take it day by day, that’s all you can do
They can’t say there ever been a track that I ain’t ran through
I’m on my way, can’t play me
Can’t tell me
Yeah hmm
Could you tell me that you're proud of me sometime
It just feels nice to hear it
Barely getting by
I been barely spending time
With myself I
face
Leavin' you bloodier than a MaxiPad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd
So play like a midget and forget it
'Cause I put oil
that his baby mom in love with me bad
I play that Bobby Brown, LL, Color Me Badd
Man, these little niggas pulled a gun on me, damn
Took my cousin
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
Seeing colors left and right
Feeling down through the night
Got a mistress she's so vicious
She always leaving me when she visit
I don't get who
I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's
Wa-ves, you say waves, I say wa-ves, you feel me?
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it's all good, though
You gotta'
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
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