Lyrics:
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
strong
Hard grind till a version is raw
I be making more damn songs then
Hank hill mows his damn lawn
I don't care, if you believe it
I post it
of the bong
All night till the rhythm is strong, hard grind till a version is raw
I be making more damn songs then hank hill mows his damn lawn
I don't care, if
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me
Face, are you with me? (hell yeah)
The d.e.a. tryin to put me in a jail cell
(hell yeah) but I refuse
my sense of humour, you probably don't
understand, I don't care anyway.
Anyway, by the way, the video was shot at the Newcastle city hall. And Rod
don't bother me
It don't bother me (Young Buck)
When the wolves come out for the robberies
It don't bother me
Cuz they know who I be, it don't bother me
low
Hope I make it to tomorrow if I
Get back a hope
That my energizer included
Idk how to do this
Direction different lingo
It speaking German
on cam I really need it
If tomorrow never comes at least we did
Do the most and be reckless
Palm wine for lunch and dinner for breakfast
Abi we no dey care
ain't squared up but
I don't care
Sucking dick Till we straight
Sucking dick 'til we're straight
If you're confused let me demonstrate
Whipped that thang
And sorrow dwells within me
No better, no better I never will be.
Til I have Barbara Allen."
"Don't you remember last Saturday night
When I was
, never go for second (I don't)
Dog on you, know he fetching
What I do is secrets I don't answer questions (I don't!)
Don't hit my line if it ain't about
, never go for second (I don't)
Dog on you, know he fetching
What I do is secrets I don't answer questions (I don't!)
Don't hit my line if it ain't about
don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll blast away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow
SHE KNOW SHE KINDA LIKE THE WAY I DID IT
What's THE POINT OF HAVING GAME MA IF YOU don't SPIT IT
MY PHONE I GOT MORE NUMBERS THAN BARS
IN MY PHONE
I tear of a f-ton of Afton!
Somebody, clean up this Withered brit! (Hank)
Looking and smelling worse
Than Queen Elizabeth!
I'm making rackets with
to the ones, who paid it all
cnd their mothers and their brothers when their spirits fall,
Tell 'em come on in, you'll never drink alone.
cnother Friday night
what if yesterday was all we had
What if tomorrow never comes yesterday is gone
Live your life to the fullest
This one is for all the people that we
And the preacher man says it's the end of time
Well, don't you bother looking for me
Cause you know I'm doing fine
If there's one thing old Hank taught us
It's
behind"
She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care, I just run my hands through her
behind"
She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care, I just run my hands through her
not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't
not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't
bunch of rappers, respectfully (ha)
I don't care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know
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