Lyrics:
bash your baby slash your lady and slit your throat no joke. I knew the dame who use to dance at the goat said prayed she make it out the game with
Yeah
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Mmm, By any means
(Stalin on the beat), Go
Afi nɛɛ naa chale wɔ baa na brodo
Afi nɛɛ wɔ baa na money come your way
Afi nɛɛ no more hustle
All these diamonds in my teeth, I need to grind my life away
Never had much, but still thankful for all what I got, okay
Mentally not okay, take me
on the phone, but they won't come and do it
So many problems with this blunt, but I'ma still face it
I'm getting chased by these hoes like my name Franklin
A lot
a country slang baby you can tell aint it
you can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us
still keep a stankin kitchen
cuz in the midst of the caine
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
Sunday at church
You still ratchet cause they play your favorite song and you twerk
Designer purse on your arm, 'bout the size of a duffle bag
And them
bitch, had her spouse (let's go)
I'm smokin', I'm high on a cloud, uh (a cloud)
I do not do this shit for clout (I don't)
Yeah, dick in her mouth, uh
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
in my cabinet
I know these niggas be capped like a graduate
My OGs still get them p's by the pallet
We never put our real name on the package
Free my
still swollin'
Still goin', black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'cause I'ma Don
Sippin' Moet, smokin' Chron'
wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
some water for my eyes
I'm so faded off the dry
Smoking weed up in my ride, yeah
She's stay by my side, yeah
Baby, I'm so high
Be my queen until I die,
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
Tanqueray and Alize' make niggas get shot
I'm smokin on some kush baby, you know it's all Gravy
Calicos, AK's,
to close to almost giving up I started Smokin wit my demons
Niggas moving like snakes and ion know the meaning
My brother still gon ride for me he never
me
Like tupac baby I get around
They gon tell you that his might rob you
But he real as hell
Nowadays I'm smokin really vibin
Just don't tip the scale
do not hide the pain
Them girls cannot get replaced by Mary Jane
You said you loved me, I knew it was lies
Still said I love you like all of the time
bad? I am, my dad raised one hell of a man
At eleven I had to throw on the pants
Still don't feel appreciated and not by my own fam
All good, I'll be
(So Raspy)
My insecurities
From what you did to me
I can't let 'em go, baby (uh-uh)
No, I can't let 'em go
I remember how you'd bite my lip
named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck
Drugs
I spent a lot on it
We smokin weed now I fuckin high
Hugs
I don't want that shit
You said you love me but I know you lied
Friends
I tried
Renegade young savage good nigga with a few bad habits
Get away no lacking can't keep no bitch thats average
By the way stay active never know when
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