Lyrics:
weekends
Buss a toast fi ya real friend
Tell me what you drinkin'
I know there's gonna be good times
(And he runnin' up all the money on these hoes)
probably do the Porsche or
750i, Chanel blocking her eyes
Time flies when you having fun
I ain’t having none until I get it
Put a bullet in a critic,
the Porsche or
750i, Chanel blocking her eyes
Time flies when you having fun
I ain't having none until I get it
Put a bullet in a critic, even if it's me
me right/
It’s the hard knock life, you seen us doing life
I put my money in investing I search for better visions/
I strive to be the Walter for my
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
they talking about
I don't remember what they talking about
I remember getting tortured by y'all
Why y'all thinking all my fucks, they been gone?
Why you
a toll I don't
Know who you are no more
Walter white
Sacrifice
They wanna take my life
But they don't see the signs
Made my name off the pack I sold
name
Why you talking to the pigs ? Put sense in your brain
I remember you was saying that you would never change
Now look, shit, you really fucking
torture?
Say Their Names?
That's passive!
I rather go blow out their brains; that's action!
I don't care if it's their first time, fuck a warning
You can't
Me!
I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady
And what you thought was cupid
Turned out to be
A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk
With a bow
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
or catch a case
They askin' me about the place, I can't remember
Me and him ain't made no moves since last December
Then I tucked a gram in my Timberland
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
YOU MISS YOU MOM
CHEERS AND AFTERPARTY
AM I GETTING TIRED?
SELFIES HUGS AND VERY LOVING TEXT
YES, OF COURSE REMEMBER
MOMMY I REMEMBER
KEEP ON UNTIL I
That's the light in the dark.
In all of the valleys
Under lucky stars,
By the satellite dishes
And the non-running cars
I'm feeling all the people
I rap em back they catch it
Back to back
You acrobat around it
Walter's back
In fact with lack of clowning
Other words they shut up when I show ya
sharks
Committed to paper, I tell all the b****** we better apart
I'm tryin' to get paid, you just in the way, you ain't playing your part
Kept it real
sharks
Committed to paper, I tell all the bitches we better apart
I'm tryin' to get paid, you just in the way, you ain't playing your part
Kept it real
and games done (done)
Damn man, it's a strange one
Reverend what you say, run, walk this way
By the light of the same sun
That's in the sky where
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B, point guard like Saben
In the trash heap, you be like the vapors
Local niggas weren’t playing CT
So I had to go hard on this dummy nigga tape cut
I remember
I remember
Ye I remember
How you said you wouldn't tell
But shit ye different
You witness
Giving statements
WTF you niggas thinking
Fuck
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