Lyrics:
Paris, she run mischievous errands
Back when I used to believe in a marriage
When niggas check for you more than their parents
Like a bad chic solely
promised so much more
Wait here
New city can you treat me right
New city can you rough me up
New city can you fuck me up
I should be dead
I should be dead
I
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
experience with
Mental illness inform this album?
I don't know about mental illness
But I'm a sad bitch sometimes that's
The shit I'm more attracted to
So
Two in their ass and one in their head
And bitch I ain't stopping 'till
I get this bread
I know that you heard me but do as I said
I'd rather be than
can get bees
Stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named Sir Too $hort
We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn't
I'd rather treat ya
My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side
could use some more doctas
I can be ya role model
Fuck bush or whateva you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I
Mic check, mic check
Do I really want to do this?
I don't know
CHIC
Ok I guess we're doing it (Yup!)
Let's go
I thought I wouldn't pick up a type
don't give a fuck if I'm uncool or cool
The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases
Then I'd completely not give a fuck about
don't give a fuck if I'm uncool or cool
The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases
Then I'd completely not give a fuck about
and the energy more lively
I treat the fam like they spiritual IV's
Give me life and give me love man it's really all i need
I know It's bigger than me
This is
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
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
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
it real, G-O-D, it's all about me
Aside to this
This is how we do it when we rhyme with this
We got more beats? We got more beats?
Listen, I'm 'bout
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
Dead"
I'd wish the album will stay at views
But nah, that shit won't last long
I'd wish I'm not sayin' this
But rap is dying
I wish I was lying like
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
getting recognized
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison
Miracles within him
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen
It's like I've been
shit
But then she told me that was from an Arctic Monkey song
I said, what album is it on
She said, it's on the one with
Why'd you only call me, why'd
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
(sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Okay, look, ayy
Why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
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