Lyrics:
the only way that i
Get to see you again today
And to be honest to be
Fully honest this feels great
Oh Mr sandman (Whatchu want?)
Bring me a dream
Make it
and paint pic
While I paint a pick you
Catching it?
These doubles hit
They never miss
It's no amiss
My Mrs from rib
Right by right by right by right by my hip
'm a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I
better, lil' faggot. Try to fuck with my flow
Here I go, you hide
Gonna stab you with a knife, from behind
You're dead
I’m getting money on a punk bitch
Yea it’s Matt Brick$
What
I be going so hard I know your bitch know me
But I’d give it all away for my dead homies
feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin
This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste
Get off the microphone
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
and Juicy who pay me
Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
thats on the news
Im the drug controlling you
Middle of the night
When I saw a Dead Body
Shoot a dope feen
Getting high in the alley
Cops chasing
Thru
on the flo'?
Damani's on the go and Mr. Lucc on the catch-up
Soopa Doopa behind, and baby this a set-up
Two-step with me, call your girls
I got two ref's
behind a bitch but
Now I play the starter
Tangle up so many rocks
They call it Mr carter
Mr cate, G I'm talkin sure
My money disrespectful, ghost Phantom
wanna smoke all of my dope
But to me I'd rather give 'em cum soap
Feed that lil bitch in a box like Cut the Rope
Making the Christians mad by
and yo
Ugly white Christmas has got got to go
Christmas would look a lil different with me
Eating warm cookies while out by the sea
101 degrees is
chasing love
How much you gone take for you leave his side
Waiting on a man to mr right
Deep inside girl you know he is not the one
You just stick around
on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown
Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down
me for dead huh
I hear a voice in my head
It keep on telling me kill sum
It keep on telling me drill sum
You could’ve sent me a lil sum
You acting like
do my dance (Goatted)
They loving how I make my moves
Let's say goatted too advanced (Goatted)
I don't wanna be left for dead
I'll be mr run these
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
just know I did (just know he dead)
When it's cold I turn the heat on, I'm by the vent (by the vent)
Got some partnas that I caught some bodies with
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