Lyrics:
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
balls
Shawty got lost in the sauce
He took no caution at all
He know it drip when I walk
Oh it do not dry up at all
I wet his grill like I'm Paul
He took
she just give me head, nah
She gonna roll my blunt, uh
Pour me up a 8, then I dip my blunt in it, ay
I'ma keep it pimpin', sneakers by Givenchy
Medicine
a bucket of bitch that I don't bump
Me and Bookie and Wicked and Paul thump
Lace the game like a track and it's sewn up
Dropping shit like consistent you
called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me...
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
that we was called a connect, but they stayed quiet as kept
We kept it lit, 'cause we ignited ourselves
And when niggas ain't give us credit, we
(Girl don't stop it)
You gone give it up
Is you bout it
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Is you bout it)
And you got it (Oh you got it)
Let me pour this love
On ya body
Whippin in the kitchen
Cleaning up those dirty dishes
I don't grant wishes
No Santa clause but I'm on your girl wishlist
Ice cold like Christmas
Sean
When He show you your worth
And ever since birth you've been blessed by the word
Count it all joy when trials occur
I come in agreement yes I concur
Even
popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I'm
we vibing
Been eating we dining, we shining
We diamonds, it's been rough
But we been tough, not bent up
Been on a roll, call me cinnamon
No I'm not
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
know, I know)
Why'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
they breakin' that bread (Bread)
She give me that dome, that head (Slop)
I'm layin', I'm layin' the bed (The bed)
Ain't fuckin' wit' opps, the feds
hope you pick up
I know that pussy water slide by how she dripped up
If we ride out
She gone ride out with a real one
Shordies know it when they feel one
out your stress
I won't stop till your finished
But you ain't felt love till a gangsta get up in it, dream
Every time I come around
Shawty love me
The traffic's backed up on the 405
And the smog's so thick you can cut it with a knife
But it gives me time
To think about my life
I take
If I never made it I could have never had the rubber
band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
If I never made it by the time they
just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)
Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
Thirteen's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine
Sean Paul
I pop up in a hot car
You hop up in the cop car
Then start telling the cops who's selling the rocks
And who the niggas on the block are
growin
They said Busta Rhyme…so a n****started flowin
Me Against The World, I was so competitive ,
I was so explicit , my version wasn’t edited
I seen
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
sittin' on the train
Give a nigga more time
Look
If my mans down, nigga, I help him get up
Max Payne, I'm totin' TECs and Berettas
Never trust
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
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