Lyrics:
with family but these niggas didn't believe it
That triple m is something she gotta learn
Only time a hoe getting save is in a church
When she do
again
The beat made by me, I gotta slap again
Got more hits than a welterweights abdomen
Aftermath of the verse on fire when I rap again
Okay, what's
cold
They said it’s chilly outside
I went gotta bowl
Shit act like you know
Where I’m from we eat that
Just getting my feet wet
Eat everything 2019
Until
the price (nope!)
But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
That's where I hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
then I snatch they chain
On the gang
Judged by 12 then be put in the grave
With my gang
Gang Gang Gang Gang
Drive bys in a range
Gang Gang Gang Gang
Won't be the last time That we'll be so damn close
You're my best pastime Tonight
We'll be like Tim McGraw and Faith
Keith and Nicole
Driving all
on go)
No excuses gotta be ruthless can't be useless
Why oh why bitches think I be playing
I try I try to tell'em I ain't staying
Cuz I cuz I can't deal
'cause I ain't givin' head back
The same day you buy it, same day you gotta test that
I ain't lookin' after yours, cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad
Been
would've known that she used to strip
I know
Success really tastes great
Gotta whole ocean boys wanna sip
I know
Same face a nigga make when he realize he
just prove a lot
When I'm inside her, I hope we fucking like we thots
But I hope she not a thot
Got guns, can blow the block
Might be psycho, still got
from the gutter
But it doesn't matter, We still climb the ladder
We wanna live better, So we gotta utter
By just going harder, We just want the zaka
the springs in the middle pop
Listen to R&B but she listen to screw a lot
Treated cock like a lollipop
She gone taste every little drop
Fly to Thaila will go
at me
Hypnotized by your beauty
Think you gotta hold on me
Let me be your Keith Sweat who gone love you like me
Nobody can build you like me
Nobody
night
Boy you gotta put that work in
First you gotta
Work 4 it work 4 it
Show me something that I never seen b4
Work work work 4 it
Prove to me you
more
Yo when Keith Lamar and Scott got shot by the cops
and Gregory Hill Junior got killed in his own garage
Yo they shot Javan Bailey and Jaqainy
of albums I did by myself and they all on the movement
Now they all gotta face up the music
All the shit they won't say to my face
I ain't training with Mr.
Never gonna lose, that's a guarantee, niggas being hoes nigga, why me
hen I'm by myself, I'm feeling more Likeme
Yeah bitch is too bad, and she really
Niggiz gon hate
At this point ion even know the real from the fake
Chasin dis pape
Gotta cut the grass cause these niggiz be snakes
Why am I
prolly qweef
Thats just how it gotta be
Whoa
Still got some shorties I hit from the past
Keith sweat, I'm making it last, poe up ciroc I get you a glass
know we the ones who finna risk it all
Could never be a champion all by yourself
Fucking with some shit that used to lead me wrong
Wonder why I didn’t
Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down
TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE
AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED
AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED
WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE
thinking Hatchbacks
Yo, bitch, she eating my pudding, snack pack
Clap at the bros and you know we gon' clap back
Lil bitch, I'm chasing riches by the day
like a God
Tryna be the Mamba but you gotta be Lebron
Laying out the foundation when I put the team on
Since a mini-tyke, tryna be Alphonse
For his
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