Lyrics:
singin'
Fa-la-la-la-la-la
And if you're ready to party then say
Fa-la-la-la-la-la
Let me hear you say
Fa-la-la-la-la-la
Let me hear you say
what a place I've been
In and out of some sin
Or it's anxiety taking the wheel again
Head on the pillow, a book by other men
Grown children from another
want her to myself
Cuz then only bad chics a get the pass from me
Pass from me
She ain't rich but she spoiled
Spoiled
You can't hit if you poor
Poor
Boy
higher mountains always waiting for you and me...
I and I guide your road, hear it, think it, I just wanna tell you this.
Living in here, where everything
the same?
How do you describe pictures to dead hares?
(I wanna hear what you think)
Does America love you and you love it too?
(The only one who would ever
y'all be actin like that)
What the fuck is goin on? (the fuck you want from me? yo)
[Tame One]
Don't catch offense when the gents call you names
If you
'cause I gotta have it
And I'm smokin' on that dank too
Know that's automatic
And I'm ridin' with that static
For niggas that don't want see me happy
See
focus
Where it’s supposed to be
I just want another chance to hold it in both hands
And dance with you close to me, like maybe
You think I miss every
What do you want from me
I’m tryna roll up and smoke on this broccoli
Shit got me wobbly
It ain't no stopping me
I just want you on the top of me
We
spending yours, oop
That's my door, I'm no rookie
Call me old school, I like you droppin' checks on that pussy
(Boop-boop, ooh)
She don't want a drink,
networking, me and you got no connection
Until we meet up again and just put it all in the sexing
I want it I gotta like it
She want it right after fighting
I
on
Don't wanna fight me, so you tried to line me
Just do it like Nike, I'm Wesley with sniping
Why would you try me, like yatchy, I'm striking
Cuz if you
through
When you hear it, say my nigga that's you
Never clocked I been chilling with this lyrical yute
Imma pull up one article from when I first started
on
I don't want to be in a life full of fustrations
oh all I want is someone who can understand
the real me within,and do you know how much it would mean
Niggas can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers
You upstate, niggas use to be southerners
know it's a test from Allah it's for a reason
Hear them steps behind me clutch my gat no speaking, tried to cock it mines is ready I whip out his soul
on the dance floor
Drop it low, oh now there she goes
Boom, she stole my hear and a snapback
Boom, now all the guys will want that
Boom, I wanna see you
up
I know you know the deal like
Who want it
I could do this all-day
Who want it
I could do this all-day
Who want it
I could do this all-day
I got
this shit, I am free
Sing it straight from my heart, I can breathe
Listen to my soul, hear it when I speak
So you see
When I rap about this shit, I am
idols of idle hands
Why does it call for these trite suicidal plans let me do mine
I don't want to have to use a millimeter nine, But every day grows
the police gon chase me
Gonna get money so trust and believe it
I’m gettin money u fucking wit skeezers
Want me dat drop gotta cop me a freezer
Got me sum
my life right from the start
I need a home sweet home to call my own
It was you that told me I could do this
You put the music in my heart
come follow me
What I'm telling you will set you free
All you gotta do is act like me
But I can't feel nothin'
I just want somebody
To laugh out
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
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