Lyrics:
rousey
She got my album took down but it didn't surprise me
How you gang banging you never got beat in
How you say you don't know Baghdad but you want
didn't take a break, my nigga, I broke
Broke my heart, broke my soul, don't cry for me though
If you don't break nothing down then it's no room to grow
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Love it when you doubt me
Love the little talk coming through your little mouth
Love it when you try to bring me down
'Cause that only makes me
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
break it down
I stole moment while the coke was dancing on my nose hair
I swore to take you to the truth nobody goes there
So many flaked on me I moved
call ya phone
You so phony
So please do not bro me
I’m distancing slowly
I carry myself
I just pray I can hold me down
Some niggas think that I’m soft
I
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
album
It flopped just like a fish And when I drop my Album, I know they gon
Be pissed They ain't tryna see me win, so it's Fuck
All my haters See us
mouth, just spit it to your girl
She can tell me down south while I camcord
If you really got a problem with me
Then why I see you listening to my shit? I
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
thinking of me
'Cause I know that you're too perfect to be true
If you were here with me tonight
I'd grab your hand and lay you down outside with me
To watch
Everybody simmer down there once was boy
Who became the man
Get your snacks
Buckle up for lovely story this evening
He goes by the name of Colt
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
the catch be, the game won't be the same after me, like an ass bleed
After my album, all these labels trying to snatch me
But it's Research and Development
Yeah
We could catch a vibe, me and you side to side
I could feel the energy by looking in your eyes
We only live once why we wasting all this time?
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
And you were tossin' me the car keys, 'Fuck the patriarchy'
Keychain on the ground, we were always skippin' town
And I was thinkin' on the drive down
I can't lose sight, I can't lose focus now
I might start a riot, I don't feel hopeless now
Hold it down for me, just don't hold me down
Hold it down
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
I could save the mind
I'd help all my people get by
Life is too short to not evolve
It's all wrong until we all try
Know that I'm down to ride
For
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
put your most to the beat, so complete
No matter how big you got you was close to the street
Me and Baldhead Slick would sit down over a beer
We'd laugh
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