Lyrics:
savant--savage--but my work stay standing the test of time
Been there, done that, probably gonna do it again
Look at me, man
My name's Soufern B.--I got a fucking plan
new new new new Louis bag everytime that I touched you
Quit acting like I'm the only one to blame honey
Didn't hear you scream when you was tricking
I came out of pergatory
A fuckin horror story
So innocent
Make Dora look gorey
Come here show me
That body really for me
Let's make a movie t
Fuck I
He give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty (DJ Chameleon, DJ the million)
Yeah
Oh shit, man, who that is?
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven
Angelou had a peaceful soul, like jazz
I wish I knew your grandfather, Mr Hughes
You're still holding fast to dreams that haven't died
See, she gives me
Oh give me a chance just one more time
Let's have a good night just one more ride
Imma sip this down just two more times with you, it's cool
I'm so
low
I'm a friend, not a foe a pro, as a artist
Give my hardest as the farthest
That'll take it up the ladder
See, it really doesn't matter
Cause
I'll give you a taper
Like your father at work I'mma deal with you later
I feel like Lebron by the time that I'm 40 I'll probably be out in L A trying
wey you carry na die
That's why sometimes I no dey surprise
Dem go say dem love you but that na lie
Chop and clean mouth tell you bye bye
Me sef I no
is dragging me
I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool")
Hey, cause everything is still cool and the Gang ("Cool")
Let's party
I didn’t want love but that bitch got me geeked
Its Louis the belt cuz she cute from Kentucky
These shades I got on I cannot see in front of me
the police
Cause out here, the heart has gotta eat
So we live by any means in Chicago streets
I say truthfully, I'm trying to bring you me
I'm trying to bring
keep on askin' like bae what that mean
Fuck it Doe
She gave me that look like she's so done with me
Designer, I buy that shit by the ton
I'm startin'
give her a crown
You go broke, and don't try to run it back
If you know me you know I ain't doing that
Shorty she bad and boujee gone throw it back
By myself yeah that boy a creep
I'm outside in my favorite tee
They don't know what they can not see
I've got angels protecting me
What a time yeah
go to the mall and we kick it like Bruce Lee
She always choose me
Cuz that is my baby her neck gonna do things
Louis purse and Gucci shirt
Lemme see
your features
You got all different flavors
You got that loudly speakers
Your best friend Keysha
Know I don't knock 'em out them sneakers
That loui
Bout to go
Crazy, Stupid, Dumb
Can't go home, having too much fun
Want me give him brain
That's when I act dumb
Want the whole cake
But he can't get
that she really likes me I don’t think she really likes me
I am an artist I ain’t cocky
Baby baby moving wocky
Give me blicky I’m finna slide out
Give me
at Neiman (Neiman)
Uh, look at the way that I been ballin' every season (season)
Uh, gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win
Look at me, bitch,
flow, my rep start to grow
And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know
That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em
Brothers be frontin, but
all getting cheated on
They all caused me problems
Except jazz
That’s why the rest of ya’ll
Relations are in the past
But i still see some of
that helps a guy like me offer love to a guy like you
Kind of like Killer Mike and El-P do
Let me say I appreciate you dude
I see the talent keep ringing
cheap, go look in that mirror
Tell me what you see, know you blessed by God
Only one of the wise, eyes open up wide
Now you gotta decide, you gon' stand up
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