Lyrics:
Chaddeo, and the Mighty Hah
The Cru
Uh, uh
Can you feel it?
Uh
Now once upon a time let's see if I remember
Back in January (nah chill it was
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
Honda but I wish it was a Bentley truck
Chillin by my lonely that's the way a nigga living
You can't take my confidence away can't see the ceiling
Off
money makas, ya dig
[Soopafly]
Shit, here we come again
Back it up, mack rollin' with a thick piece
Me, Soopa, Big Che pimpin'
Mackin', smokin'
My life is like a TV show
New depressive episode every week (huh)
And they asking me why I oversleep (mmh)
Its the same reason I undereat (yuh)
These
Swing off form old shit
I just do it on my own
Fuck off to the one's
Who hurt me dig deep
Down from my soul
Fuck a fake friend stab me
From the back
of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times
I just got me a new duffle, play with us boy you in trouble
I'm holding tight I can't fumble, bags coming in by the bundle
I tell you it's nothing
crib I'm chilling (Richer)
I swear
You can catch me in front of mine
One day
If I'm kidding I won't be right
Okayy
I got boza boza by my side (by my
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out,
were bout your business
I can’t dig it
Southern girl different vision
No surprise we would kick it
Face to faces on the linen
I’m on a budget
the Cartier, I can't see
And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it's a bad deal
Stack my chicken, I don't want no green (Yuh, yuh)
My jeans cost more than
Of a gangster in Brooklyn
Or did he pawn it for free
Is he worth any money
Or is he actually broke
Can't file a tax return
But he certainly bought some votes
to it
Sacrificed stability to flex our ability
crew, the iller artillery
I can't chill until we fulfill the plan of having mic's in the hand
The sole
an applause
Wait what's this a wave of confidence maybe I'll survive if I give it one last try
No I can't I'm simply hopeless
The stars will begin to fade
of a scope, takin' out a cop or two.
They can't fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad
with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
a plandemic to a bandemic right now
Still got my silly checks in my shoebox
You said you talking my guns
I know that you not
I read that tweet by Alex Jones
stop, get it, get it)
Ooo ooo, you think I can come over and smash?
Ooo ooo, don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)
The club be packed, Hey, send
(hustle man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta')
(Poppa Don)
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger,
rejectin' and sexually neglect
Then sayin' I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin'
I'm into women because
rejectin' and sexually neglect
Then sayin' I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin'
I'm into women because
upset, rejectin' and sexually neglect
Then sayin' I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin'
I'm into women
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