Lyrics:
Member when they used to treat me as lesser
Now you can call a young nigga successor
Stay on they neck keeping the pressure
I love her neck get it
Mmm, m-mm, m-mm
Mmm, m-mm, m-mm
Mmm, m-mmm, m-mmm mmm
Eduarda protect me
Call me baby, by my name
Call me baby, by my name
My name is, this, this,
a survivor up inside her yeah yeah she knows how to ride us.. Come here girl
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my clothes off me
I wanna twin in me
never tardy
Make that ass shake in my section
We got bacardi
Beside me is a barbie
Behind me is a army
Just so you know
It takes one call to get you
claiming that I’m close to you
Without your love, I’m going insane
Fear and anxiety oh I gotta get away
Ways of society don’t like your name
But imma call it
take yo cheese
We gotta go get it by any means
Robbing and stealing I'm with my G's
Got the ice like Apolo Oh no
Dwayne Johnson how hard they go tho
Florida repping I don't fuck
With the Dolphins
Carve the PayUp! logo on my coffin
This finna get me to The Garden aww shit!
Or the Rucker's up in Harlem
I
I get like, that
They call me moneybags
I get like, that
They call me moneybags
I get like
Motivated by green, and boy success what I breathe
But I
Blow it blow it
FNI we da vibes and You know it know it
All this ass n this cash ima throw it throw it. (x4)
Written by: Silver Johnson and Montana
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
screaming free you (free you)
They need to free you (free you)
I'm screaming free you
Until they free you
Telling me lies and I won't stop ya
Say when he get
Yo-Yo be careful
(That Boy Cass) suckers
Niggas know, we been thuggin' from the get go
Niggas know, we been thuggin' from the get go
Don't make me
lil nigga but you still a dyke
Lookin at me Weird you gone get yo face redesigned
Verse 3
Like a tour you can get yo shxt pushed back
Got a bag full
and down yo block
The F my city that bitch on lock
Niggas be talking ain't got no guap
Ya hoe can’t talk when she giving me top
Hoe ass niggas wanna get me
and children
Free at last
Cop me sticks I done re-ed up on pistols
Free at last
Call up the plug said I'm ready come ship em
Thought they was good and I went up
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]
You know me
serving GOD now
Aint nothing changed still i love u
(Cuz u my brother)
Don't hesitate to call I got the same ole number
Hit me up I'll be there faster than
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
am going over yonder
Where no ghost can follow me
There's another place beyond here
Where I'll be free I believe.
Give my radio to Johnson
3's like one two tres
No espanol then thass okay
Cause back on my west coast LA lakers
32 Johnson jersey
Call me senior fresco, thass more Spanish
Thass
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
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