Lyrics:
anymore”
The days went by, and I realized
“There is no better day than today
And there is no better time than now”
I want you to hold me
Hold me like you
Yuh
Pussy boy with his back to the front
Bruce Lee me a bitch, imma punt me a cunt
I'm a ho to the world man
Fuck every one of you
I cannot
the competition by landslide
Neighborhood supa star in my swag high
Take a nigga bitch, put him on stand by
And if he ever ask me hold my head high
I'ma take
ho up)
You know how it turn out every time (you already know bitch)
You heard me, I'm out that North (that Northside), you heard me
I'ma make
is? You overpaid, bitch-made, glitch-made
You headin' for the roof when ya shit fade (hahaha)
With no substance, ho shit by the abundance
Your
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
commin' from de back.
So bitches hold your panties up, tick your tits
'cause mothafuckin' Ren is makin' mothafuckin' hits
Still sportin' cackies keep my
Pluto
Berner
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)
(Early morning flights and long nights)
That zootie, that cookie baking (know I'm sayin?)
Look
living divine
You know that I'm one of a kind
Lemme get it right now, ho
Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho
Caked up 'til I cash out and I got
never loan me shit
I was on a mission nigga you ain't never load a clip
Hold up you remind me of my old bitch
Hold up why you always on that ho shit
Man
might stop by and let that lil' bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Lil' nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
(It's a different feeling when you doing this shit yourself)
Feel like I'm one of the last ones left
Waiting on me to flop please don't hold yo
Yea
Freedom by being sinless
Yea (Moweezy cooking fire ho!)
Jesus is my business
Kingyyume!
I got Freedom by being sinless
Jesus is my business
I do
felt this sick since Covid, ooh (ooh)
Can't control it I got lit and now I'm zoned in, ayy (ayy)
This my moment, I don't trust a ho I'm bonin', woo
cookin' dope
Snitching and you talkin' on the gram?
You a stupid ho (Stupid ho)
Bitch I hold it down
I can never let this toolie go
I stay thumbing through
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
feel it
I feel I'm drowning
Hold back your tongue
The taste is on your clothes
Enchanted, enchanted
By this final function
I am left enchanted by
retros
Bah-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Lets go, tell him ready set go
Check got te TECs on decks by the jets ho
Fuck 'round and let go
One through your neck ho
From Summer's Caught Ho'in
The Winter Cars Come Out, The Summer Cars Go In
And Some Places Is Breezy, And Some It Start Snow-Ing
And If You Planning
Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen
Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both coulda boned
If posted
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
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