Lyrics:
ain't doing no shows
And me killing you on a track is Oscar...
Pistorius boy that shit is no feet
I been hungry dawg it's like I don't eat
S/O to Lutho
down, do your dance, do your dance (let me see you do the)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (we got a brand new dance)
Down, down, do your
happened one day while I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on.
When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
By a kid
that shit with me, no I'm not one of them
If he wanna step up like a big boy
Like a brand new paraplegic, he is one of them
Send that man crying, crying
a boss or them employ
Been about money since I was lil boy
Glock 19 a brand new toy
You make a choice
Predator or you the prey
You at home chilling or you
and bad boy that.
And I fuck with daisy cause she living by the dollop.
All I hear is...
Bad boy this and bad boy that.
Til I, this well-crafted like
bang, bad boy with that naughty chain
Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game
So, break bread with the real bruh
Make sure you live
wish I was home tonight
Send me a naked picture
By the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter
You know I won't tell
Keep your legs closed tight
keep your
[Chorus: x2]
Them niggas actors (actors)
They deserve Oscars (Oscars)
We pull choppers (choppers)
To war with the coppers (coppers)
Dog them
getting jealous because I got it like that
Cruise by the way on my cellular phone
Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home
Dog in the front
scholars
Home from Dey break Dats gone pull it for a dollar
They don't leave a trace
Somebody get dem boys a Oscar
Betchu when they finished there won't
the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
the same old story
A brand new cast
Everyone is swearing things
But will it ever last
The lights will dim and off we go
You deserve an Oscar
for playing me
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
Man, my heart beating fast as shit
Gotta slow it down dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It feel good to be back home
It feel good to be back home yeah
cye
cye
Yeah
by
I saw a brand new car
An '85
Pick it up boys and drag it back home
Alone in my same cell
Relying on my social security
Don't need anybody else
I'm
the pilot
It was 50 tickets
First flight home
Brand new phone
Last one still had plenty minutes
Fresh off the plane
Had to run to tennis
Yell at TT put your
(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
[Verse Two]
I knew she had potential, to be a real player
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire
achievements
What I look like spending money on yall brand when I’m trying to build my own
We aint kids no more n***** grown which means I pay my own bills by
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is
present kinda pass by
I'm trying to pass my past, retaining struggles from y past lives
Remembering the times when I was scared to go outside
Cos there
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