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
faith don't run uh huh
Now let me talk about my faith
Now no matter how crazy these times get my faith gets bigger its
Swelling, use to be a giggle baby
I been drinkin', I been smokin'
Trying to forget you
I been thinkin' every moment since
The day I met you
I can't let it go right now
Why you gotta
push to starts, ay
Weed stink like a fart, ay
Red dot got a mark, ay
Let it fly we in the car, ay
Fake tough he ain't hard
Ay, I was way smarter
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
and on the charts
I got creative took the money that I made
And bought a beat machine now it's
Me and T-Dot up late
And I volunteer at detention centers
To be
And let's take it slow
It's Christmas time under the mistletoe
Now baby hold me tight
And don't ever let go
It's Christmas eve
There's something you should
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
K, yeah, Paris Shawn, you know what I mean
Now we back nigga, S-Wave, shout out to my nigga S-Wave
Got my nigga NJ, yeah
Jep, Paris Shawn, nigga
Let
to the A to the C and K
All you playa hating niggas shouldn't be that way
There ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
Through a libra sign
Up on one scale
While she's down on the other
Keeping it from tipping by pumping
I need you to realize
I love the way you dance baby
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
in love with the lie
Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame?
For the pain and it be pouring every time when it rain
Let's play the blame game
somethin' he could do about his ears
And so it was that Nestor found the manger where they stayed
Where kings and wise men bowed before the baby where he lay
Hey now, let it snow, man—so I don’t melt today
Corn cob pipe, carrot nose
You know I’m a jolly, happy soul
Oh baby, baby
Oh Santa, baby, how is it
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Konje this is the last song
Yah neh
What a journey it has been
I wanted to close this with a rap song man
But now that I cannot rap
Wanted
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh
Hang him by the ropa
Hit
talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh
Hang him by the ropa
Hit
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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