Lyrics:
keep the same energy
I don’t want no cap I don’t want fake apologies
Ima fuck em in the face then put em in a guillotine
Open wide bitch say hello
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
rain
I looked through the pane, saw you disguised as the sun, but right now I can't see you the same
And you got it right, I cannot trust no more, this
two, three
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it till I get it right
I went to war last night
designed her lil' body, she a trophy
And she do what designer say
I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State
I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit
for something to clear my mind
So please when you see me don't kill my vibe (no) just pass me by
Don't worry momma I'ma be alright
Don't worry baby I'ma
So by any means
Ima keep her happy
Ain't dissing daddy but I'm a project baby
A mamas boy
What do you know bout making commas boy
Better back up off
, baby I'ma do right
You can or you can't, can't
Be a man, be a man, man
No more
No more, baby I'ma do right
You treat me like a lady
When you open
the star innit, I plan it and shoot it and handle the edit right after
Riding onna fire dragon
"but I'm not bastard"
Flames in the beat made by Nico that
ooh, ooh)
What is love
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Oh oh
Oh whoa,
of them filters they got you looking like a model
Damn, what would you do if we went to a party way out in the desert and no one could reach you?
You
clear
This strain of Mary Jane melts my brain, let me think here
I paint a small frame, I smell fame so we clink beer
What I say has been done, no to-do
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
bata
Nna ke mo radio'ng Bachucada
Gold teeth, Don Dada
Might mix the Louis V ka Nevada
Fourty Crooks Alibaba
I do not buy my jewels on Ali Baba
Machete ready
To empty anybody
Who acts petty
No weight is too heavy
Want more no Demi
She's fleshy
So I gave her a slice
Taste this deli
Feel it in your
this shit all my i'ma do this shit all my life no one can't stop me
Ain't ain't nobody can't stop me ain't nobody can't stop me ,cause' that's my
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
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
Anything you want baby I'll go find that damn
Girl pose for the gram got this far and ain't had no plans
Call the radio tell them play my jam
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
always let you know
Never stop grinding Ima make that money grow
Do what I gotta cause I gotta make that money flow
Stay by my side baby I will never let
baby)
She the queen, came right back
Listen to me, yeah, yeah (yeah)
(Oh, remix) yeah, man
Now, baby girl, there ain't nothin' more that I can say
by your side
so here i go baby, ready to show you baby
you're all i want and need
you're all i know baby
see ima do things right this time for you
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