Lyrics:
baby
Never ever give my cootie away
And keep it tight, a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
give a fuck if these rap niggas envy
Stay in my circle they trying to end me
Dodging these thots they don't get a penny
I am not locked, you cannot send
the Pastor fucken stopped me/ rude muckafucka see if I give offering/ can’t stomach my music/ I don’t know why I just talk about nuisance/ bullshit n what
all this hits bitch
I dont really give a fuck
You know i got it on my hit list
Imma mother fucking go
To the mother fucking sky
Imma blast off like
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
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And on the brink of a panic attack
Waiting to level it out
So I distract by writing music to move from my past
And from the present 'cause everything is just
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
to say is they don't really care for us
Our homes destroyed by all the crap they're giving us
Chemical warfare too overdosed to give a fuss
If hell is real
tryna go far fuck da system and law
And have sum kids by em and give 'em all what they need
Yea
I'm da king
Yea
I'm da king
Yea by now i done spilt my
worthless
Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless
Put in my work and alert the service
(Tell 'em) who could've knew me
Lil foster, kid fin to end of the world?
they know
I cannot give you my oath
Shawty Im good by my lonesome
Shawty I'm good all alone
Hell fire, hell fire, what you worried about?
Hell fire,
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs
Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh)
Met that girl
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Qu'rans it go my mission imposs-eezible
Leavin' lyrics in tha hospit-able
?Then it drops 'em? Fuck the bill, tongued, double-edged
Slice to kill! ?
of an attack of spells since my eyes
Opened up in Hell, my mind, think faster
And it passes by, but ?one convinced?
It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don't
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