Lyrics:
bitch go get you some help
I got places where I'm headed and it's all by myself
Nine out of ten times these bitches is loving me
She say all the damn time
potential fans so
Of course I'm down to perform
A week before the tape damn
This works out great
No word from Nick but I got X
To do the play stop play
I'm
refusing to be touched
The next, hypersexuality
On a scale of one to ten how disturbing is the memory
Well, I would say that it's a ten
For twenty
compositions by certain rappers
It started with toasting, scat-singing, playing the dozens
That led to this art from that gave my life so much substance
Kool
me where you was (trap)
I spent all them twenties and fifties and tens
Lil' nigga, and I stacked all them blue boys (yeah, yeah)
Paper Route
child[01:09.03]Lookin down on em thinking that ya better than them[01:10.86]Driving by, shaking your head on the way to the gym[01:12.76]You never thought for
Told the plug, hand me that ten strip
Load up the bud like I said a whole lot
Bon app the fire almost burn down the spot
Rollin' on the molly in
honor
And the chapter that read at twenty-five I would live dormant at five in the morning
They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing
And if they
Chorus: (Swavae Now)
Damn that Nigga always (rhyming) x4
Said his music always (timeless) x4
All he ever eat is (ramen) x4
Bad bitches when i meet
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hahaha griselda
Grr, Griselda, man, GxFR griselda
Live from motherfuckin' East Side
Buffalo, New York,
always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
It's just different
Ha ha ha
Ah, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Bullshit
So this is it huh
I mean this is what the fuck I'm supposed to look
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
Please girls - stop eating up rice cakes
Have a nice steak for Christ sakes
My mic takes many lives, like 20 knives to the uterus
A pugilist, whipin out
Tell me what it feel like
What is real like
When you sell cocaine just to live life
When you did ten years in the pin
Right when you trapped in dark
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5.
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5.
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
in twenty gauge fire, they dying like I was Frank Nitti
I'm having no thoughts of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
loc
It's Mr. motha fuccin Doc from the set
All you gangstas know
Can't none of them fucc with
I'm still on the spot
And watch some jealous asshole
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
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