Lyrics:
that I gotta get by making music or I'm gonna hate my whole life
You just a fein Always calling me tryin to get me to come to your crib just to serve you
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
Mister miss base is gonna be killing you
With knife, cut it is the word
I split then make ‘em come out compound word
Compound sentence make you out of your
stay on the right path to get that cake
You want a million better know your math don’t make mistakes
This is it I’m the one I want to head to a new place
I'm sorry I can't accept your paranoid rant
And I don't want the Neiman Marcus cookie recipe
Won't you kindly refrain 'cause it's hurting my brain
He say these drinks baby
They be on us
Like you don’t gotta pay
Go out my way for you
When you work?
I’m coming over
He serving up this plate
want your attention, it's a silent attack
I think you worry that I'm taking chances
I think you worry more when it's advancing
One day we sit amongst our
well you don't want to feel the shell
Nigga I've been down by the law
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
a million
I don't want none of your love, it ain't genuine
Till we touch down, ain't tripping till we up now
If you fall, I pick you up, ain't no falling down
the one that makes you rush home
I want to be the one you wait for by the phone
I want to be the one who is the brunt of your jokes
I want to be the one
to a million for y'all
If I never make it to the ending
Don't stop for me dawg
Hard to imagine me too busy
No time for a call
Hard to imagine me too big, I
with ya
Don't want to hear you play victim
Oh them n*ggas they stay with ya
Sleepover they lay with ya
We don't want the fakes or the mentions
I know
when I'm not sincere
Come sit on my lap you're a hot mess, dear
Your face kinda resembles a lochness, weird
I can tell by the easiest smell that's all
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I
that's just how I feel"
(Ahh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeahhh
Ohh ohh
Woah, uhhh
Fucking til the sun come up, don't wanna stop
Closer to your body, I don't even
bodies will be on the floor
And I don't want it to be me, lord
And every time that I leave
Mum won't stop praying 'til I come home
'Cause I’m outchea
dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't try young nigga
Say you want war, well we ready,
you by
Your lonely
Ain't nobody fuck
With me to
Come and hold me
Said that I'ma
Hood star baby
Fuck with hood stars
Looking at
A bright starry
Night
had my routines before all y'all
Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See, I'm a city
ass for free
i aint flexin bout the buisness cuz i know the love is
we dont got to talk about your feelings
really on the ave with a molly
but ill
cause I don't give no fuck
the world is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probably ban mine
your move
One by one
And two by two
Around the world
And over the moon
(Yeah)
Don't hesitate
You Radiate
(You ooh ooh)
Just Make my day
And come
My way
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