Lyrics:
and me
We'd be lovely company
For your lair, if you care to
Well that was back in there
Music pours through the doors
We're all hoping that it's yours"
we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field 'cause he be throwin' white
Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me
I'm worth a couple million man that
and a fitted
I don’t trust shit can’t let a nigga near me
Speak a lil louder make sure they can hear me
Cartiers frames white tees and the dickies
Hunnit message
naxxo
By changing nothing Nothing changes
At all
My life in the sunshine
Huh huh
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all want the best for me right you better
back to us
Can we come back to us
Cause you play my heart
Then I play yours to
You run from me
Then I run to you
How do I fall for these white lies
Cause
And never Ta double my bitches
Macky den made it
You see by the way that its hittin'
If it ain't come from Macky, tha Jeweler, then it's a knock off
If it
face.
The flame he lit by leaving
Is still burning strong
By the lights it's plain to see
The suffering still goes on.
The time has come to part,
the whims of the flesh
Before you get your paper right
Call me old fashioned
But back in the day
There wasn't no shorties in sight
First come job then
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
brought me home
Gave me therapy for my soul
Sin is like a boomerang you can throw it far away it'll always comes back
Matter of fact
Sometimes I get off
my white tee
YUP in my white tee
I see you baby don’t run from me
I see you baby know you want me
Hey tim Hortons bring back panini cut that jawn in
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
never come back
'Cause who needs you when I've got friends like that
Yeah, I've got friends like that
Mm, yeah
Telling me I don't need you no more
homies like a bird
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
with me?
Lets put this shit away right now
No politic this ain't White House
Be careful don't play with your life now
This shit ain't no problem for me
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
I come from a middle town
Pigment there there's little found
The talks i got were cursory
Dispersed with me and spit me out
Just equipped with
plain facts
She laid down in the road, where the people go by
And she declared herself willing to try
I laid down beside her
But all I could see
I'm picking real bitches over bad bitches do you feel me
Don't fuck no bitch that's fucking with your dawg, that's law
If you come up don't forget
than right
I don't care about the size, girl, that's more the pipe
And I done seen the lies, left me mortified
I been rocking out in a plain white tee
I
Colonizer fall back
Lights all in my rear view
Real niggas see clear through
White sheets may hide a face
But these bullets still pierce through
No
a little money back
Lawyer called me up, he wants a rack
County jail wants the whole shirt off my back
It's a cold world, it's so plain to see
Homies locked
hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix
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