Lyrics:
and tell my girl, she don't know the difference
I make her fancy
Put on them stilettos even though she like dancing
Girl You know you're ghetto so let's get
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
deep?) All up in that shit
I'll fuck a pussy dry 'cause I don't know how to quit
I'm 19 (say what?) so I'm a young ass man
My eyes are brown and my
the world was still in wash in LPs
And I still had the disease for LPs
Nowadays, that stuff is so expensive
I don't bother to try
Everything is reissued
gotta see em
Because the ladies is all I dream of
And not even Anita Baker can give sweeter love
You know why?
'Cause I can do it right [x4]
I need the ladies to shake they ass on this one
Babygirl what's yo motherfucking name
I don't wanna be your man I just wanna throw some bands
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
You know what I'm sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard
Overlooking the prairie that's been overrun by plants
Smoke would fill the sky, it would go so high
The blimps wouldn't know where to land
Although
grandma i could help him
But i can't save him
Shit, the damage is done
23, making my daughter believe
That Santa gon' come
Even though daddy working hard
We
What's the nothing nothing you never want me to know ah
I want to be a something
Cause sleeping no working be lazy and going to mosque is equal to nothing
one to be proud
So don't take the dream so seriously
It was written by the 1990s version of me
Who thought you had to have it all by 33
The man,
every hour
Why can't I talk about it?
Everybody seem to be after us
Even the manufacturers
Wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair
Fuck
a bunch of noise
None of that me me rappin'
We let your mutherfuckin' as know what's happenin'
Bitches get raped, niggas get murdered
Adults fuckin'
mental
As I load all your dope into my rental
And kick yo' ass to the curb
And when you get served
I let you know, Eastside's what I swerve
No I
of noise
None of that me me rappin'
We let your mutherfuckin as know whats happenin
Bitches get raped, niggas get murdered
Adults fuckin kids in
would've seen parole
I'm blessed to see another bowl, cops stay down the road
They asking what I'm packing, told they ass that they ain't need to know
Waken
the muscles of the dance
The ones that put you in a trance
Get up on the dance floor and give you more
Tell you what they're so advanced
'cause you never seen
Come on, dawg, wake the fuck up, man
Don't you know a nigga'd knock your head motherfuckin' out here with that bullshit?
Quit playing, dawg, straight
could be my caroline
Damn she's fine as hell
A type that makes you paralyzed
And I don't even know myself
I don't even know
Where to go from here
With
All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want, too much to ask
Is it something wrong with me
1990
Step on the glide when the 9ers call
You ask me why
Yea
Yea
Pistol Pete panther
Yolo that's the anthem
Pink dolphin
Immaculate
The fabric
Rafael the artist
1990
I'm established
Rafael the artist
and a hatchet
What's that? Some ill shit kid you can't match it
Don't even try to meet it cause you can't fucking catch it
(Aww fuck!) Baby you're shit outta
this hit 진짜 느낌 오는 jump, jump
Don't this
길을 쓸고 다닌 스트릿
이젠 그냥 클래식 (blow that)
주머니는 헐렁했지 (I show that)
자 찍어 cheese (clack)
필름 속의 친구 다들 make V (you
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