Lyrics:
Maybach was way back
Now you got nothin' to show for
(chauffeur) it whatever I want I go get
Paid for, I ain't owin' shit
Drop a check, you in debt
That's
on my mind
I told her I relate, yeah, like I really give a fuck
All bullshit aside, yeah, girl, you know what I'm in it for
By way that you look when I
talk
Repo man going knock, knock, knock, knock
I sleep on the bedrock
While you're engaged to John Hancock
Please spare me your sales talk
Repo man going
Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah, yeah)
I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
your ass lookin' like you did yoga (oh)
I don't want no pressure, hell no, my slime gon' slump you over (slatt, yeah, slump you over)
Where we at, we
a crown
I'm all in money, so this isn't comin' down
They talk, hair's funny, I'm listening for now
And the all head hungry descend if they want a round
you, I doubt, "Shut da fuck up"
You silly niggas love to run your mouth, "Shut da fuck up"
You shut da fuck up!
Now what you niggas want to talk
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want
You don't know what you want, you're obsessed
You just wanna have sex in the office
Michael Scofield, yeah, I'm On It
Nd'fun' izoli, Not iz'yobis'
Coz'
know
People of Waterford are my life you know and I
I I I I love I I I love me county you know
(We love John Mulane)
Make this guap, bro that’s the plan
a big fall
I think we're headed for a bad time
I'm going to go downstairs
And sit in that chair you like
I want to put a John Prine record on
Yes
it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blogs
These motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts
I do what I want, wake up when it's
Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,
[Intro]
Hey yo dogs for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'cause now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What
cowards
I got this far by grace and my willpower
I do this all day, you grind for three hours
I'm a diamond in the dirt, I'm a green flower
damn school locked
And I thought he was cute (uh huh)
want to see, I had to stop
Boy how are you? (uh)
And by the way, Nicole is my name
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel
be hating they broke on their cash and I got a lot
You say you a shooter, you middle man, you Livin a Lie
I want the money I want the money
Give a fuck
and 9, you and I are royal priesthood
Now let that be understood
We walk in the light
On or off the mic, only talk what is right
But if I go left, and end
talk about this
Talk about, talk about, talk about this
I've been surrounded by the dark
I'm glow, I'm glow, I'm glowing now
If you want I can show you
to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you
talk about my matter
Say the boy don blow
Say boy don collect
God I know say this life na turn by turn
But when he go reach my turn
I want collect
I been acting like a Schizo
I love you baby girl
No i want to cut this bitch throat
Sike I’m just playing
No I’m really fucking cereal
Invite OJ
Trap out a ounce no Capone
Maybe that's wrong
But baby need feed
An I gotta eat so we gone
Movin my zone
Buy you some time
I charge by the hour
Buy you
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