Lyrics:
that at love I was bad
When we dwell we tie our hands
We lose the friend we could've had
Put my empty bottle in the rain
Watch it fill up drip by drip,
at me
I don't want you to see me this way
When we both agreed as lovers
We were better off as friends
That's how it had to be
Yeah, that's how it
at me
I don't want you to see me this way
When we both agreed as lovers
We were better off as friends
That's how it had to be
Yeah, that's how it
a party claim you pipe shit
But homeboy I'm not pressed by you, tryna fight and shit
Cause I love to tote, big lasers and love robbing shit
Yo lil hoe love
way 'cause we superfly
I'm 'bout to raise the prices I swear to God
R-O-C y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go (Bangladesh)
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
pokerface won me thousands
And you can call me Gambino I keep a redbone I'm so childish
I just sauce em up like uh
Like sriracha
Hit my lil dance like uh
Like
gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] yea, yea, ha ha
And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets
on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I
security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop
To the end, to the end to the end my friend
I give, I give a holla to my niggas
I can feel it coming in
The air tonight, hold on, hold on
To the end
dey put you in da pin
Raised by a single momma u ain’t never seen a man
Now u a Cappin street nigga wit a pistol in ya Hand
Verse 1
First
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrk gonna run up on Lil Ronny's street, smoking on some other type of shit, woah
like 6'2" in these streets lil boy
Know I sit with the Devil that's my twin lil boy
Call up the d-dëvil that's my twin lil boy
That's my best friend
sadness and our memories
How could we turn from lovers into enemies
These hoe be whylinn no saving
Ex hoe be whylinn don't blame her
Hoes from the streets
took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you little boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin' death
yeah)
shit I - I ain't tryin to be your man I just wanna be your friend
oh really
Saay there lil momma what your name n shit
I'ma get strait
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
Cause I'm the nigga they came here to see (Right)
Ain't nothin round
lil Chashn, he don't give a damn!
Where PKK with the motherfuckin' hemp?
Call up lil Gucci, if the opps wanna blam
I'm down by the beach 'cause this
Loyalty loyalty hardly in the streets can you find one that's for real
Mama told me son listen the love that gon last is the one from within
Loyalty
ahead hit me with them fucking headlights
I'm so free misconstrued by you
Certified Lover Boy
Keeps lettin em in
When will he ever man, ever
Learn his
her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon, they grits I'm diggin' in
I don't be spendin' ends but they gon' givin' chin
They lick it and kiss it then
hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then
See, I'm gon' hit her then switch up and stick her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon,
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