Lyrics:
told her, girl, I just got off my 9 to 5
I think she want me to stop by
I think that she want some dick up in her night
Smoke one , I don't want no drama
brown maverick is winkin' his eye
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I've got a wonderful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way
on the path now
I can't focus on the past
Here to make it last, legacy is everything
I'll be moving on to better things
6666, brown clay, red bricks
Blue Jay
on the ground
See what's around, then lock shit down like Nino Brown
I'm bound by hona and down for drama like Tony Man Tana
Y'all clowns don't wanna fuck around
They're all going in different directions
I see them strolling by and my heart splinters like a flame
Turning black baby
Turning black I know
Everything
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your
our guns
And while I love my AR-15
I love my people more
America has a problem, y'all
Problems
A nation formed by genociding half my ancestors
more
Babe, you cleanse my mind
When you're by my side
Babe, I'm not lying when I say that you mean everything to me
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
you put your back on my front and my tings come alive
I got a thing for them eyes, them pretty brown eyes and them city guys look back when they see us
then I offer that guest bed
You cannot stay by my side
The uber outside I wish you a nice ride
I can only fit that cash on my mind
Brown eyes but I got
then I offer that guest bed
You cannot stay by my side
The uber outside I wish you a nice ride
I can only fit that cash on my mind
Brown eyes but I got
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory I'mma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything expect worry
Hella
the Taurus
Tryna get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin' the raw deal
Three course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still,
to waiting for you by the phone
And I don't know how I can leave this town without you in my hands
As the breeze cools down and the leaves turn brown, will our
shower
I got gucci for the registry
Overindulging over-impulsive
Over my clothing
Chains on my
Shoulders is bulging
Can't explain range rovers
By
by the planet's moon,
You don't need to explain if everything's changed
Just know I'm just like you.
Huh.
Ha, (x4)
So I pull the switch, the switch,
I'ma show you
It's just me and my buttercup
Me and my buttercup
Buttercup
First thing's first baby girl
You're my everything, everything
You deserve
fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought
work and play are all looked after by|the benevolent wisdom of the priests...'||We've taken care of everything|The words you read, the songs you sing|The
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me
She hit up my line and she tell me
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