Lyrics:
What if I can't let you do this
I don't know if I'm never gonna be the same
Oh boy there's gotta be more than too this
Just tell me and I'll hold you
a real life warzone
Turn the north into call of duty
Text the man then I Roll his doobie
Strap them bands wanna hold this Uzi
Get strapped get jacked get
Gotta shake hands, or it's no deal
It get lonely at the top, so I hold still
Now you gotta pay to talk
Like the phone bill
My bitch super bad, feel
gonna hold you down and have yo back when you going broke
Who's gonna feed your kids when you behind bars stay woke
This is a poker game homie gotta play
gotta search
I'm right here in the streets, I'm putting in work
Go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt
Or, you can get carried outta your
To feel the flame,
Get me high
Lose the blame
Let me slide
Tonight's the night
And crack me a low and brown
And touch my swollen crown
While I hold it down
we gotta stay strong, if we just hold on
We gon' be okay
To every boy and girl, I'ma keep moving on until I'm gone, I'm here to stay
I gotta keep going
More energy and more self control
Drop, drop and give me fitness
Drop, drop and give me fitness
You’re never too old, never too late
To get your body
call my name
I jump through the hoops
Gotta be careful canʼt simply touch my hand
With your velvety skin, end up melting organs
Kiss you back cause i can
Sent a text right before sunlight
Not cause I want your love
But, I wanna get me some
And when it's over
You can go home
Places to go, things to do
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
I want the party jumping to my scene.
I gotta make it move you,
If you know what I mean.
Let's get it started, gotta stack the cream.
I'm making
like fantasy every minute I am on TV
But I arn't get freaky by the paparazzi.
So you got to be determined because many will envy your glory
Cause behind
I ain't about to play with these niggas feel me?
I'm 'bout to get these bags ya dig?
(Future) hold up, (Wassup)
Good drink, good drink
We ain't
You give and you give
But you never seem to get back in return
What you give
So your heart's a first through third degree burns
And in
Oh there you sit, all by yourself
Everybody's dancin', they can't help themselves
The music's much to strong, you can't hold out long
So get
what it is gotta get my dosh
The Cats there call for 5 on 1
Cats them call for a 5 on 1
Me and broski just turnt on
I can see by the look in your eyes
matter the pain I'ma work hard everyday
In this life you either live by Faith or you walk by sight
You can either walk in day or you get lost in night
I
pick, never quit, you so right like)
Yeah, he's hurt you before
(When I'm wrong, still belong by my side like)
Tonight
I will be by your side
Dry
Listen to and hold it higher
I just gotta amplify
Oh you know you build the fire
Yeah it's gotta come from inside
Listen to and hold it higher
Real
hold me down and the other way around)
One thing about it though
We all we got (She hold me down and the other way around)
Yuh, yuh
Tell me
It’s yo mind
It’s yo wave
It’s your aura
Wanna get to know ya
By the way you work those heels
You be dressed to kill
Wanna get to know ya
It’s yo
patiently waiting and now we're up now
She gotta big ole booty Amber Rose yea
I just wanna buy you that new Rover
I can't stand these niggas I can't hold ya
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