Lyrics:
looking at home
Said: Wish you were here
But you were better off all alone
A little bit of honey, a whole lot of salt
Sugar and spite, ain't nobody's fault
Oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
Well alright
I'm going through something
And if I bent the color spectrum could I take you home
I’ll never live my life relenting so let it be known
Hey Kristen
I wrote this song for you
Hey
Marion Berry, hey
Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay
Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest
My flex is kinda
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
on for movie night?
Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail
I rented "The Princess Bride"
Ho-ho-ho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?
What can
on for movie night?
Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail
I rented "The Princess Bride"
Ho-ho-ho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?
What can
(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody
screwing up my home
You know my taxes
Are gettin too high
I can't pay the rent
Oh Lord how can I make it by
My woman wanna leave
They cut off the phone
Now
Lefo ke lehloile
Nna ke sheba ho dimo ke rapele
Batho baholo nkgantsetseng
Bolang tsela yaka kgore ke atumele
Ntshwareleng ntshwareleng
Nna ke sheba
(JT on the track again)
(Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
Hey
I can flood the county, but I prolly need a new accountant (uh-huh)
Money by
ain't worth it
But you love dog and that's real talk
Don't nobody wanna put you in the dirt man
I know it's hard out here to get work
Got 2 strikes
suspicious nobody can see us (never)
Turn off my phone when I'm handling business (yea)
And kiss my bitches bitches planning to reach me (yea)
Started
Yo, bitch, what's your name?
Ayy, ho wanna play that role like she know me
(Nash Effect)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ho wanna play that role like she, ooh, ayy
tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
I said, first thing first, I go by Scrappy, I'm a poet
This flow
Yeah-yeah, 9:08 L.A. time
Back in the lab and shit
My wife said, I can't say no to nobody
And at this rate we gon' both die broke
Got friends
shoulda wore a fuckin' rubber
That gunta beat me daily with my fake as pussy brother
Pops copped rocks with some junkie cookie cutter
Only home when he's
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
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