Lyrics:
the
Price of the coochie
I'ma little too rich to fuck this broke bitch
The survey says, "By the streets according
Kanye more important than Michael Jordan
Got
talk then baby girl lets do it.
But the moment u POP ima jus say screw it.
cye.
See I been tied of this shit.
Needa go to the pool pit.
Only fuck wit
more talking baby, no more talking baby
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best
I nearly lost my mind, guess it
stop
I'ma stop when it is clear that
I'm nothing like other guys
I don't get butterflies, I don't do lullabies
I do not sleep a lot, I do not breathe
a conversation not bout a payment
Better find a way to pay me
No love from me lately
Barely love myself
That ain't right
Please erase it
But it don't escape me
Tag
Yeah, yeah, yeah
LA leakers, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk
Let's do it today bro, live from Redbull
Studios in beautiful Santa Monica
California baby
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
so ugly, no photoshop edit
Your files embedded, inside of my brain
They bring me love, and they bring me pain
I'm watching your arm, where-ever you aim
about to die
I know when something doesn't feel right
Cause I feel like I'm about to cry
So turn the radio on high
I cannot explain it
When you look
Cos I don't wanna play no more games
I have had enough
Girl do you want me
Whyn't ya let me know
Girl do you love me
Baby I need to know
Cos life is
shoot
You right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into
edit out chunks of Scripture
Now they just callin you a bigot, I know God, I'm not religious, I just hate sin, and love the sinner
No I ain't perfect,
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No "Plug Walk," he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
mine
Baby what we got I know it's worth it
And I'd be happy long as you're right by my side, stay here baby
Darling you came at the right time
and make love all night
(So papi I won't leave baby I'll just stay)
(But promise me that you'll do the same)
Girl I'ma love you like I never loved you
dat baby super bad
Whatever you doing baby keep doin dat
And ima get right to it ima keep doin dat
She more den a ten my baby super bad
She more den
fucked your bitch, I ain't do that no purpose
Had to say bye-bye, that baby a birdie
I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it
Different
gon' trip
And I'ma do it like they wanted, cause they never had this tension
I'm a walkin' anomaly, I don't know nada g all
I know ain't no one stoppin'
do
Sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes
Other times it's no
But I can't take it no more
Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make
a two-lane, and you by my side.
We'll drive, all night long, get on board,
We'll drive, with the radio on baby all right.
with it, but I ain't frontin' ya (oh)
Whenever you want, I'll be there
I'm a make you my baby
No more drinks and love, love, love
In the club, club,
need and no more deep shit (that's right)
Lit up, get up, sit up, I write it
Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited
So come on down and party
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