Lyrics:
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
code and sell hits on my own
Never sell my soul for the P
If anyone is gonna get it in, it's me!
Shai Sevin verse
No handouts, ain't nobody helping me
I
the niggas Creasing on me.
Oh what a pussy
He gone up and ima squeeze it on em
Got blood all over his mama she Gone scream For em
Call the morgue cuz another
like their really that strong
You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs
P that nigga that will break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for
hate when the Jakes jump out by surprise then scream out
"You're under arrest" (mhm-mhm)
Cute ones on fleak, no weave, I'm impressed
My lifestyle Gd
make
The good girls fuck
I see they wanna rhyme just like P
They wanna copy off me, bite my jewelry
Used to scream on they song
Now they rhyme calm
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
out the record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
And there
out the record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
And there
done
Could you (mettle us), mettle fame cream by my team seem
Make a wrong move and I'mma make your blood prove that
They can get down to rock (what?),
niggas keep makin' me sneeze
If them out for blood then I'm makin' 'em bleed
You try to run and I'm breakin' your knees
I made 'em fall like I'm rakin'
When I tell him my weed's depleted & I need something to soothe these screams
I pause for applause & backtalk
Attention-getter is crack off a Black Cat
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
and switch P to a g
I’m still on my A-game, wherever I be
This here is something to see
Light up the show like A-D
Boy that’s "E" to the z
Exchanging my money
And room in the sky for the dreams to float
Escalator yo all in good time
Got love in my heart with knives in my eyes
Hope in my hand sheepish in my feet
appreciate
What I've done for you
I would'a dedicated my first number 1 to you
I would'a sung for you
Sometimes they act like they've got
Hate in their blood
Call me John Constantine
With rope around my neck
No Dopamine
Im that bounty hunter that make your bitch scream
I'm the kitchen plumber
I fuck hoes
children,
Zombies controlled
By their screens,
Live with no empathy,
Betray their best friends
For the P’s,
I stay on my Qs,
Like a quarter of weed,
Give
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
baby, for some shit, I'm so sorry
To be tellin' you I see the signs of triggers & blood
That was bum-rushed by thugs, intoxicated with drugs
Not to be
make my way, G,
c nxgga, I would've died for,
Is calling me crazy,
Saying I'm possessed by satan,
Look at all the things,
That they're saying, uh
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah
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