Lyrics:
wrong
Your boyfriend hit me said he want to do a song
Come by the studio your wifey should be coming home
Hop on his song and I talk about the things that
They say give it up if I don't make it out by 30
Wrist and neck dancin gettin sturdy
Black and white diamonds on this McFlurry
I been eating big lately
fraudulent, I'm selling drugs
Where's the love? Hit my plug
This is for my 40 busta's holding crutches
'Cause they know they hustlers
While the man is tryna
things the same hits
I know there's some good girls
So if you got a good one keep her close
Just keep her close
Like the weed and the team I keep it close
Of A Woman by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album Eyes Of A Woman at LyricsAndSongs.COM
I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
She said that
What a day what a day
Ex girl got engaged
Now I'm scrolling through her page
Searching for something to say
What a day what a day
Hustle hard for
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
another smash
I just hit em wit it a minute ago
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star
When J-Rocc
And I've been bitter at the world
Since they cancelled Seinfeld
Leash up the mic with my damsel spike
I got, so I can hump her
Put your hands up if your
when I'm chasing the lights
I said what I said I don't ever feel right
I lay up in bed with my demons they bite
I been in my room I been making an album
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
Fans take a picture of me grinning
When I'm around women it's like that
Now picture me, I think I'm winning
When I'm alone see it's right by
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
the rap game or high school politics?
Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it'
Before I show up, that's when the deposit hits
You only
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
(Intro: Bizarre)
Reel Wolf, underground shit
I guess I'm up first, right?
I'mma rap first?
Alright, let me hit this blunt right quick
(Verse 1:
know that I'm proud when I look in the mirror
I know that it's cool that the fames getting nearer
But by the end of the day I just wanna be near her
My
think it's sexy when I'm drinkin' beer on top of her
Crazy as a baby but the grown CaTash get it
J-Ro and King Tee we represent the click Likwit
I would
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib
what you do
Why must I ask myself why
That you're not telling lies
Telling me, telling me
That you're playing by the rules
If you're playing by
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
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