Lyrics:
flesh
Thought I did the dirt but I
Was done by the dirt instead
I delete my history like you do
When you surf the web (Ya, ya, ya)
Dirty mouth, dirty
acquitted, ay
I cook the dope like a chemist, ay
Nigga i just night fly that bitch to Houston like my name is Whitney
Feel like Rick James, I met yo bitch
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
The clip got 50 shots go head
Go head go head
Federalist shit (ay)
I told my nigga I don't check for ppl who ain't checking for me
How bout you double yo
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
On any given goal to slide, nigga
Minus the slip checkin' niggas outta line
Like it ain't nothin' to skip
Step in my section trying to flex
And end up
heads
I got my niggaz to get bread
And turned Lackawanna to a bridgehead
Its motivation
Pussy nigga get on ya job
Its a lick i might hit up da squad
you outta your mind? You, guys, ya don't back off.
Ya must be crazy! I'm gonna flip-out. I'm tellin' you. If this is my
final flip-out, you guys are
heading to the place, where my head I lay, amazing grace
Uhn
Get ya waves up
Imaginary player
Should go get ya grades up
Uh what you talking like
Catch me
you outta your mind? You, guys, ya don't back off.
Ya must be crazy! I'm gonna flip-out. I'm tellin' you. If this is my
final flip-out, you guys are
mother be eatin daytons like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks
a Road Runner chasing my dreams nigga
Caught up with life and started fucking that bitch,nigga
I'm Outta ya league
Alex Rodrig
You paying for views , nigga
to be, uh, like dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm
to be, uh, like dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Jump in this bitch and go crazy ay
Your shit is way too fugazi ay
My shit is way too amazing ay
I'm just like fuck you bitch pay me ay
I'm just
inches
im dynamite with the pimpin a yellow bitch like a simpson
no cuffing im dippin no luggage you trippin take a glance at my pimpin
look
Come together with ya brudda you gone make that shyt
Happen happen happen happen
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ayyyyyyy Ayy
All I ever had was my head and a dream
nigga
Sticking ya head up at a meter now you die how do ya figure
Acting hard with your Capri's on
I come out at the neck of the woods on ya ass nigga
Sky's on fire is prolly the shit that ya'll been waiting for
Simpson go hop on it, go harder like it's back and forth
I know we those young niggas
Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, ain't no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya
that I lost track of time
So many voices inside of my head, some of them tell me I’m better off dead
Others telling me to aim at ya brain
Splattering
outta ya hood
We got the windows down and when we finna cruise
We tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to (OK)
We bump dat Cross Movement, we
a you
Put ya heads together, Thats what you better do
If yall dont think of something clever I'm telling you
I'm getting way outta pocket
They say I'm way
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