Lyrics:
teach page one start the lesson
You talking too much lil nigga
You gone talk yo self out yo blessings
Never bite the hand that feeds always wash yo hands
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
That little grey area
Yo
It's hard to talk about somethin' that I
que yo soy la mamá
Ahora dice que me ama
De la noche a la mañana
It's a matter of time till I'm your shawty
Tell me, have you ever been with a baddie?
Wet u muzik
Krrrr pa
Yeah
Tengo la ganga moviendo en osona somos de vic
No vamos de broma
Puño americano te deja en coma
Luego un balazo pa el que se
to known to rip shit up
So keep yo' chains up
'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up 'fore I bust two at your truck
Draped in all
in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
season
You sucka niggas out of style G season
Meek Milly
Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm ballin
Killin' all my haters tell yo mama pick your
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas
hometown
Just know we don't fuck around
Boricua en la sangre
Yo sigo por la hambre
Tu ni lo sabes
Que somos animales
Yeah, by myself, did it by myself I
out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when
Nananana
Nananana
Dile
Pull up in trocas negras tengo la receta es tu ultima cena
Soy el tigre del norte yo tumbo esa puerta ese muro me la pela
Tu
left me wit it
Tell me how I lift the curse
I bet you would if I had bought another purse
I carry on cause all my X's did it first
You like to think
You
(Yeah, I Ride Slow)
Nigga
(Yo, I Ride Slow)
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you'll find that I'm a fossil
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
Close yo eyes just imagine how I Was feelin
Know you wondering how I got My healin
Talk to God everyday catch me Stay kneelin
His good news no I won't be
forget it you can't even if you try
Because I'm a hell-of-a-lover hell-of-a-partier all-of-hell-of-a-guy
Yeah can I do this
(Yeah ya just did it)
Tell em.
don't care cause you care bout yo worth more
I can tell by the people you kick it with
and execs and the firms you do business with
So use to fucking with
Gotosa, a tí likable, a tí give me more
Homie watch the game cuz I'm about to blow up
Si tu sigues en el juego, ve pa fuera
Que hoy yo tengo la
want
Did you really want
You had me then you lost me
I let you in and you crossed me
Thats my fault but don't fault me
For thinking what this ought be
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (bitch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say
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