Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
And then she sent me nudes
I said "Nuh-uh-uh, cover up"
I aired it, certain girls I can't respect
We're all nothin' to someone, and that you can't forget
like a frisbee
And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you feelin'
All of the beans you be spillin'
To you,
Tell me, what do you see when you look in my eyes? (Yeah)
Got a lot on my mind
Hopin' I never be goin' out of my mind
Been tryna mature without
sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy,
We
a chance
He go 'round with a friend
That's life, look
But this the way that we do
Screaming, "Who wanna see
Me?" 'Cause, honestly, i can't see you
Start off
can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
Text a nigga girlfriend out the clear blue
(Brrt)
Dead niggas down too far, we can't hear you
(Can't hеar you)
You can't even tell your bitch-ass
Niggas
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm drivin'
Gettin' higher than the Bee Gee's, sayin' we both just stayin' alive and
Watchin' the time go by
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm drivin'
Gettin' higher than the Bee Gee's, sayin' we both just stayin' alive and
Watchin' the time go by
that sell
Cause the Tech don't smell ya, Tech gon tell ya
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
buss downs sparklin' like foil
And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
I would walk down
A lot of shit that they don't
Know 'cause simply won't tell 'em
How can I learn from you if
You can't get me to listen?
I ain't been worried about
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
got somethin
An that I squat somethin nice, pop somethin nice
Up in the air so elegant
You can tell I pimp but that's irrelavent
An I can tell by
was fantasizing
That you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I
'cause I'ma floor wrecka
you can't give more 'cause you're a poor stepper
watch me shift gears here's an example
the oraginal tramp is gonna trample
leavin’ MC’s damaged
When I be on the M-I-C in the NYC in the Bedstuy streets or penthouse suite
I spit sicker than HIV don’t stand by me can’t get like me
yeh
True Love, you can't buy it - no, no
You know it ain't like nothin' else
True Love, you really ought to try it
You owe it to yourself to get ya
Saint Quizzy
Baby, I'm an MVP, yeah
Do it for the squad, yeah, do it for the niggas around me
We gon' make a killin', turn nothin' into somethin', yeah
fulfill it
I never start somethin' I can't finish, that's how I was raised, that's how I'ma end it
Tell the judge, "Free Travis and Jimmy" trill as they
to
Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
Hunnies can't help but
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