Lyrics:
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone.
Tryin’ to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow.
At the hands of my proven better half,
on the sofa[00:22.67]While the candles melt[00:23.62]Aromatic love, breathe it in[00:25.79]It don't ever last[00:28.37]I need you to call me back[00:31.08]Just so we could get
calling me bro
Then I up the pole
Right there on they chest was a dot
Bitches will plot on the clan
Say they in good hands
And just like a tire get popped
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
your so in love you fittin' to get a tattoo
That ain't cool (that ain't cool), love is blind and no friend of mine
If I was you, I'd a packed her bags
call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila velour
and laughed[03:34.68]I didn't see what had happened, she put a knife in my back[03:38.43]Slipping, falling, blood drip in the water[03:42.14]Wish I saw her face as my
coming back[00:41.12]The earth is flat[00:41.97]The Jews are black[00:42.76]But is Christ in you is He sat[00:44.29]Illuminati this[00:45.14
should know
The road of sin leads to death love
Got you caught up in ya feelings
But thats just sex love
Never satisfied the flesh really detest love
risk it
Bro dipped him
Niggas I assisted
How u gonna talk pon we
When we back the machines
Or ya chest gets dipped in
Mashallah ma talents a blessings
I
Waterford boys and we're gonna takeover
Like YKD I'm a TopBoy it can get Messi and I have no doubt
And if there's Too Many Man in the yard
I might just Swing
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
me, it fucking hurts[00:30.11]It's some shit that I can't describe in these words[00:32.40]I'm smoking-drinking and I can't get rid of pain[00:35.43]It
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed
Patrick Starr
Call me Cameron
In love with cameras
She ride me like whip
We play bumper cars
He talking sh*t I'll get my men up on him
I got barbies like
the stare, stay true you'll bring mass in the lair
And all the energy, we'll bring that in a pair
For eternity I got you and I love you
Soul
Always here,
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
the air and back to the ground
i never saw a jam like this before
back to the front and door to door
if you want some more, get on the floor
love will come
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
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