Lyrics:
hair, long, black and fake
Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
He asked
My bro hit me on the phone like “how’s it going nigga”
I’m like shittttt money coming money goin nigga
By 25 I’m tryna be in that foreign whippin
So
you ain't my mother, I ain't trying to be your baby
Boy you ain't my brother, I ain't doin' you no favours (A weekend without Fiddies?)
Find me in
bombin' the verbal vomit
Is tick-tick-tockin' 'em into a coffin
Your fifteen seconds is up, be Giannis
The bucks you chase couldn't chip my commas
I digest
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
Johnson you're a wearing
Your dresses way too high, it's reported you've been
Drinking and a running 'round with men and goin' wild
We don't believe you
showing, way the shits goin', so now we Range Rov'in'
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening
Bitch, this
their sisters and their mothers (who?) - cryin'
Because their fathers and their brothers (damn) - are dyin'
Turn on at eleven o'clock news
And tell me
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
turnin up at my first couple shows
I know that I ain’t ever been the type you wanna bring home
That’s why I’m so confused by all the love I’ve been shown
I
Deep in side your mind, you've lost it be honest
You lost track of time, she died move on kid
You don't want to cry, don't try, its bullshit
You
Sin it fill your plate and got you feelin' fly
But sin brings condemnation so don't even try
We live
But we gon' die
just one life
It's 'bout time
to erupt
(You want to ride?) Come on girl, hurry up
Tell your mother where you're goin', and don't forget
If your mother want to come, tell your pops:
stop living your dreams
I do it for the fam and the team
Mack goin go get it by any Means
Imma go get it I promise
I'mma keep it real I promise
Woke up
and seal it with a weddin' ring
But you sit at home and wonder why you only fuckable
"How come I ain't cuffable"
Why you so insufferable
Bring more
mother, only 'bout youth
Giving everyone he sees some really mean looks
Does he care at all? No! Does he think of all he took?
Tripped up by the sidewalk
My mother told me, never bite that hand that'll feed you
Nowadays it be your best friend that'll beat you
But when you doin' good, your own niggas
home from
school. I'd be sitttin in the park straight waitin for you. Spend as much time
with you until your parents came home. When i got back to my
without a vest
Surrounded by thugs, shooters and plugs
They showin' me love, ayy
When I'm in the club, always somebody askin' for a buck, ayy
Had to let
cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila's home
Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm
weed
And gettin drunk mama did it on Her own with four bad ass kids
Runnin in these streets home Alone ughh no fuckin father
Figure no fuckin fifty fifty
cause I'm bout to throw it long
Like a touchdown when I'm in that super dome
Like a line drive when I make it to your home
Tell me what you need I don't
see clearly
Hope your done playing ya
Said I ain't goin 'nowhere (No, no)
Bitches really thinkin' I care (Yeah, yeah)
But I take 'em out by the pair
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