Lyrics:
've been on my vibe like twenty years straight
Don't fuck up my high (fuck up my high)
Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
And still be straight
to salute all my ops that had just went missing
I been sliding till I'm dizzy serving p's no cap no kizzy
Cover up my scars in diamonds but I'll still go
than a man of steel
Motherfucker how you feel, it's Logic
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20
It’s a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my
itself
Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost
Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers
I'll make ya grandmother get on the floor
Tie you up
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
You’re still struggling to get
Up on the C-list chop Devilman into pieces
I’m a showerman, you’re a penis
And your whole crew stink like faeces
Well now
PA, you haven't seen me
You're lookin' good in that Gucci bikini
38 carats, your ring lookin' freezy
No matter what I do in the world, you never
me.
(No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin',
? Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
What up ma'?
Long time no see, you lookin good like a million off the grind no D
I mean a quick lick
Natural, not even lip stick
That's how you
blind
And where to go, no matter how far I'll find
To let you know, that you're not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
what I'm sayin'?
Niggas just gotta get stuck up, yo, that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
it's not a problem you can meet me at 10
I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends
And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie
And please no
it's not a problem you can meet me at 10
I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends
And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie
And please no
to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops
Slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop
That's how you get finished
Homie was cappin'
You still couldn't see Lyt
Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit
Pilot, fly, I be the goblin
We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get
trust in me girl you could make me kill how I feel right now
Every touch of your curves make me feel I was ill but I'm healed right now
Hey baby did you
Because rap was a desert
And I helped minds escaped it
Yo Nas link it up it's
Like an ill typed bracelet
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
But nowadays I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats crack
Back and I'm statin the fact
I know you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up
sit up in this
Bitch and not eat he was like
"I don't give a fuck what
You're mad about, we cooking no matter
What, nigga come on man, let's eat!"
gone out!
KWIRK
No, you fool! You?ve leaned on the button! Turn the viewer back on! Now get the phasers on that bird.
LOUD VOICE
I am an Angel
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
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