Lyrics:
Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me
Somethin' changed in Texas
Guess I missed the message
Look, I missed my exit
I'm living like
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
just a-playin' games and a-stayin' off of them feet
Nobody trying to get on your nerves, nobody tryin' to get what you've got
And just live and let
their homage day and night
Every day I hear a lot of tired shopping feet
But come tonight they will be dancing in the neon lights
Dazzled by the crazy
a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she'll blow you away like a dandelion
Before they cross me, they'll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's
hear some punk ass run his mouth
Especially on religion, he will know shit's about to go fucking south!
As I grabbed him by the throat and dig my nails
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
houses like Monopoly
But you're playing with our lives and our smalltown dreams
Back from Los Angeles
But London ain't a vibe with Covid-19
So I jumped in
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
[Fanny:]
With a ten-year guarantee.
Oh, sit me in the softest seat,
Quick, a cushion for my feet.
Do for me, buy for me, lift me, carry me,
Finally got
Them by the real name
Soop sucker, some male MCs
In full effect, I'm pulling all of these
But when I'm on the mic
You know I do things right
I'm in house
Down out black blue
Us them me you
Deaf dumb dark light
Heads tails day night
On off soft loud
Smile cry speak shout
We used to live in
expecting nothing less, got a gang you won't believe (gang)
On a motive every week, earnt the p's not just to keep (nah)
Have you seen what's on my feet
- live in the wrong house, at the wrong time
You've answered the wrong call, so you all mine's
You can't put fear in the heart of the heartless
Got
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
Just pulling my feet under, move my face from your side
The feeling always lingers past the comfortable state
Make stories up in my head, you can
that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out
under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
on the cellblock, I promise
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
Her ears popped, she
two feet
They want to try and tell me where I can live
They kicked me off my land and told me they'd give me
A nice little tract house with running
the
Weights I'm gonna buy
A stab-proof vest and put in the plates
I got so many stars and stripes I might
Buy a new house in the states
Every compliment my head
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day
Rest in peace
and made by Taxi's (taxi's)
Intelligently cuttin' Tax's (tax's)
Making moves solidly, live in Texas Texas)
For three months come back home
Fuck some nigga's
my feelings
Sometimes I know I be trippin' (trippin')
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't
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