Lyrics:
signaling the sickly?
Forgive me
Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me
I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
I'm crying out
street inna fresh new Ferrari
Bad lil bitch she be lookin like a barbie
Sippin' on bacardi
My visions foggy
Never sayin sorry
I'm a kamikaze
Ballin'
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
can have a utopia! We can
Love each other! But the rules gotta
Be fair khaled and Drake and radio and
Doc and 923 and everybody is
It just me, or did
magic ta-da
Address me as your highness, high as United
Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited
Niggas be writin' bullshit like they gotta work
with a dream and a
Might be a saint and a sinner at the same time
Maybe a sinner over time but I still try
To ease my mind from all the pain and try
real
For real deal, gotta signed it on a dollar bill
Smokin' like a scholar still
She actin', College Hill, lookin' like she got a deal
Even back
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
of everything
because this is the biggest damn story in human history
and it's simply this: You are not alone and you have never been alone
Bobby Ray, Bandz
skin is
Like soap
I gotta grind with my back to the
Wall make it dribble no basket I ball...
Shawty she throw it won't catch it
At all...
Diamonds they
for me
Hoe, I′m they real queen
Say you never heard of me
Well here I go now
Gotta a lotta catching up to do
And ion slow down
Tell em Bobby
I slay
She's a freaky freak and I like it like that
I beat my meat so I make my night last
Wanna be like me don't think too fast
Bring it down to the moment
nervous (lil' bitch)
Saint Laurent Don fresher than detergent (I be clean)
Got a crush on this waitress, ho, she serve me (nah mean?)
Porsche headlights
Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke
I gotta be rich
I’d rather be dead than be broke
Even though only Gods knows
They oneder which way I will go
a rack on it
All my niggas is savages
Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends
Now she wanna be friends
I look in her
Season)
Go hard
From slap-and-cry you start to die
So I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me
Just like Bobby know water
Better yet, like
be at the helm
High at the Oregon House
Bobby be , Saint Vicious, D-Loc and I'm Daddy X
Saying work hard, play hard, and stay hard
Oh and a one more
Let me put you on to game so that you know for certain.
She black berry drink You gotta add the bourbon.
Draking and that driving that's the cause
ain't got nothing to say
I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up
ain't got nothing to say
I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up
Lucy and Bobby
Man a big dog, man they some puppies
And we set trends, them man just copy
Peng peng look like she want be Bonnie
Can't do it like me
get too deep don't play by their rules
Gotta act broke don’t get confused
Scallops and salmon sis I do not choose
They red by the brown that’s up in
out
Tell me u hate me but I know u love it here cuz I got the recipe
It gotta be love could tell by the actions an we got it in during the pregnancy
I
she never forgetting that day
We gotta fuck quick she cum andale
She shaking she losing control of her legs
Massaging me while I count up the
Shout out
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