Lyrics:
scared to quote 'em
Haters want to bake 'em
So I shake 'em
Can hate on me
But too much love in me to hate 'em
Don't wanna thank me now
So I guess
hold up (hey)
Is you trying to ride trying to roll up
If I give you the invite you goin show up?
Claiming they gang but they don't know us
They just post
Thank god for the talents that im blessed
Thank the devil for the demons I been stressed with
Overcome em learn my lesson make the next flip
Niggas
the bread Dival don go astray
I don’t give two fucks bad energy away
Won ni bori pe nile adi ire o
Ona di mo mi baba God pave a way
Ero ota yen ko gbodo se
y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are
I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I
hands up
Cause you know the world don't give a damn about us
No love for the Christian Frauds
No love for the Pigs and the Boss
Showing love giving thanks
being real (what)
A big shoutout to my shooter
He shoot from the wing ain't talking hooters (come on)
Don't give a fuck about the past baby I'm
Flow like breeze
Point and kill
Watch my film on DVD
Better bring your pump action
Or forget it niggas no dey fear sanction
Never
Kim Jung Un in
Sipping Hennessy won’t take the pain away
But it helps me forget about it through the day
So I’ll do it anyway, don’t give a fuck what you say
I
Homie Guy Diamond take the mic
And give the Bergen's somethin' they gon like
When you wake up in the morning
Whether it's sunny or whether it's
sentimental ass
Have her in the video showing wap thats a marketing strat
Have it on my waist in the shop its a marketing strap
Had to pull her by the hair
on you
Cut em off cut em all
Bye thank you
No don't you ever call me yours
I been vibing with the stars
Yeah we never gonna fall
We never high but we up
girl, let's sit by the fire
I wanna tell you a story about my mother
How she would give up everything for her daughter's dreams
Yeah, a mother's love
defeated by regret
So tell my baby I love her
And if she give me time I'll put a seed inside her, make her a mother
Just know that there's a place
Where
the zone
Then get yo' smoke on
Then do yo thug thang
If you resign the streets
Because you love to bang
Then do yo thug thang
If you don't give a fuck
game too overcrowded
And nothing they can do about it, give my tapes away for free
And put it in your face on my kush DVD
So you can
Look at my hair,
on the side of a block
And I don't know what kinda life this man has been handling
And got me curious if he's been smoking some rocks
Although a part of me is
lightnin'
No time to waste 'cause this day won't stay
And I know that it's gonna go far
Pick up the pace and give thanks with Grace
Livin' like I won't get
came along. I had choices to make...
Dreams take time...
Time goes by...
When does it disappear?
How can you get so far off the track?
Why don
of the minds war
Picture perfect my faiths restored - all aboard
Happy place
Give thanks show grace
Happy Place, nah we don't wait
Happy face, we celebrate
Right
love
Shawty dick riding, like hoe that's enough
I'm back in this bitch by myself
Me!
I am the one that's embarrassing
Tell that boy don't make a scene
name, Oh Lord (Hey, I will thank. you)
For the things you've done (Thank you Lord)
For me in your love
(Said I'll lift up my hands and give you praise)
I
age by day I don't sleep the same way
As I age by day I don't think the same way
As I age by the hour realize we have the power
As I age by the hour
More
More more, give me more
Feeling empty in my core
I could fill it with love or
Fill my prescription at the drug store
And liquor, beer, wine,
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