Lyrics:
THE FACT OF THE MATTER
BY EDWARD DYSON, 30 JULY 1892
I'M WONDERIN' WHY THOSE, FELLERS WHO GO BUILDIN' , CHIPPER, DITTIES
'BOUT THE ROSY TIMES OUT
like BBW, he need a big cover
I don't want head or the pussy, I'm a tit fucker
Call your favorite artist out, he a wrist tucker
I fucked her in the rush
can't just have a talk you really ain't gone understand
I was raised by hustlers my mindset be on nem bands
Ain't really trynna be romantic I just want
Why you watchin' my plate?
While you watchin my pockets, Jordan 3's in my closet
I get it all sent to me
So, I don't need to go to shoppin'
I ain't
a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy.
You're lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed
Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut
the conner
I'm in my bag so I do what I wanna
You want smoke bout a hoe I don't want her
I ain't even want the cat but I boned her
I gut her and slut her out
Ball out then I go double it (Yep)
Bury the money it's too many dead (Dinero)
Too many presidents I'm learning instead
Bank teller counting them up
something that You don't love
Searching for support
Which I need more of
The hometown is sleeping
It's about time that they woke up
Prolly hating cuz they
come to you
They talk about me and what I do
I know what it is, they want to be you
And be the one I'm comin' home to, baby, yeah
All day long (you
Bitch you know I ball like Rucker
I took his bitch she got drool on her knuckles
Water on me like I stepped in a puddle
Dont like to go bowling Im
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
steery so that shit don't matter
And yes them things gon' flash if you want to act up
Met 'em from every side of the spectrum
Hannibal Lector lecture,
Josiah, um, I rap and I don't like Takis, so... We're gonna sing for you"
"Here we go!"
Send me your love, send me your love
Send me your love, send me your
a thing
Drugs turn me savage, made me a monster
Pull up in a Benz bitch I pull up in a Tucker
I'm so addicted I cannot go stop it
Run out of drugs I
that at
Damn, hey who made your hat
Damn, hey who did your tat
Shit I want my money back
Damn, heard you pay the stack
Damn, how much for your kicks
It's Big OG Baby
Don't get me on hots
Don't lemme get lit with your thot
Cuz the liquor go straight to her box
She wanna fuck but I really want
Tucker
I'm learning some wisdom feel like Dalaii Lama
I challenge myself so this stuffs getting tougher
I need to go higher I'll pass Eiffel towers
I
bitch don't ever test me, ho
If I fucked up once, you fucked up twice, so ho, you gotta go
Listen deep, this pimpin' really quick before I split your
Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)
Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice
(and here we go again, and here
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
see you carbon copy rappers don't understand
'Cause Rae starts screamin' like Chris Tucker (piss off, man!)
And now it's over, I know you can't get
chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker, don't let your kids
Hear
stay ridin'
Drop to coupe to the dirt
Drop top coupe Mercedes
(Uhh uhh)
Bitch I'm wavy
I got bitches going crazy
(Uhh uhh)
You not my lady yea
Slim but
2Hard
Where I'm from you can dream but won't make it far
People round you might want you too fail
Ran up them racks and blew it in a month
Majority of it
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