Lyrics:
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got money but never braggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
'Cause he's not that type
Party people I'ma
doller doller doller bill SUPERFLY
I'ma burn it i'ma gurning bruddah i dont wanna FEEL
Oh you got me got me got me got me in the feels ya
Karma karma
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
a couple of jokes
By a couple of failures, I'm followin ma savior
If you don't like the truth then probably this song ain't made for ya
Behavior is gettin
cup it's mud he pouring
Ran up my money, got it right by myself you can't get a portion
Hold on switch my whip
This one got more horses
You just act
the song play
The long way, the strong way
It's our day, it's our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Hold up, hold up, hold
be rushing 'em for a hug
And niggas still hating so Baby gone keep his slugs
Timeout (Huh)
I'ma keep going until my times out
AET be on ya and on ya
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the fuck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our
and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up and gotta pick which car I'ma drive
The Doubble R 760, or the 645, I'm
just because they say it, that don't make it so
Maybe so, but if it's less travel, I'ma take the road
Let's make a toast to the life of the party
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick
(Is he dead?)
You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over,
Cupid his arrow back
Cause I feel my goddess ain't ever coming back
At least I'll have the scar to remember you by
And I hope someday we could exchange
songs in this shit
Stayed too long in this shit
But by the month, man
I was there so much niggas had
To lay futons in this shit
Owe it to my aunt Suzanne
gone surface
Thirty go by and old money get spent
Thirty go by and you paying they rent
Thirty go by and they watching ya
I need a thirty for thirty
thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up
Right up on me and the plug , like Fortnite, I'ma knock ya
Using my hands, don't need a gun to stop ya
Takin ya bitch, might make ha baby mama
Shoutout
on the news
Or get that phone call
Take care of yourself ma
You need to break the cycle for that clown break ya jaw
Then ima take his life and I ain’t tryna
the pervert man
I have you grabbin on your ankles and spreadin your toes
Cause I'ma fuck ya till you get a bloody nose
White hoes, I loves ya cause you be so
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
the middle
Bitch on my dick and she play it like a fiddle
Reaper by my side, finna have to come and get you
Showed his true colors, brody fruity like some
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