Lyrics:
do not try to judge me
I'm not with the percs kill zombies like transit
Hop in the coupe hold your hoe up for ransom
When I speak ion ask bitch naw I
This that melancholy flow
Left a body on the flo'
Heart is in a vacant lot
My mind is in nirvana though
I don't bump Nirvana though
You don't want
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go
Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything just to get in the doe huh
Yes I'm
to dance at the strip club Atlanta
When we make love, it's the greatest
When we make love, it's the greatest
Oh, I can tell by your faces
Oh, I can tell by
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
could I feel the pain mom be feeling
Packs been stuck in remission
I sell a kilo a day and that's all that I'm getting
Snorters stay knocking they mad
the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaah
Remember when I was a kiddo
Growin' up in
would love the scenery there
Its beautiful
[Verse I] flo le garçon
You too cool for me, amen
Call you up at, two am
Wanna see you your face, asap
Wanna
would love the scenery there
Its beautiful
[Verse I] flo le garçon
You too cool for me, amen
Call you up at, two am
Wanna see you your face, asap
Wanna
Send her back in an uber don't care if she make it
I told her I love her I know that I'm faking
Cook on the beat like a nigga been baking
Three, two,
somethin more positive
Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee
Tryin to stay up out the penitentiary
I got a whole army, some r.i.p.
Some stuck in a cell,
in my head mood swings so aggressive
I'm stuck in this Flo I just feeling like progressive
You got me feeling lil possessive cause I'm in love with
in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
How is your family dawg? I pray you love them like you should
I pray for patience with your
but I'm like xxxx it
Tht home boy b like a motherfucking bucket
I'm straight thuggin the hoes just love it
Your boy xxxx and yes I does it
[Chorus]
or the runway
I love the way you (w-work the bitch)
You should be walkin' in the room
With an arm of an iced-out (p-pimp like me)
Fine in the face and your
or the runway
I love the way you (w-work the bitch)
You should be walkin' in the room
With an arm of an iced-out (p-pimp like me)
Fine in the face and your
that's my keeper
In a chop getting slop top by a cheater
Who ain't thinking bout her nigga cause she riding two seater
Screaming boy boss up and swipe
(All the time)
Because I'm stuck on
Stuck on you
How you love
How you trust
How you love
How you trust
How you love
How you trust
How you love
How
of luck quick
Bullshit nigga 'cause I'm still fuckin'' yo' bitch
Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay,
to the flo like I'm flash oh my When you meet me in person you gone say his the guy.
I'm so fly in the nick of time mr royal gonna shine number 9 give it time.
They said I wouldn't do it 'em
I said "watch me"
Now I'm on everybody's tongue like hot coffee
There ain't a fucking rapper in the world that can
straight over niggas’ caps
I got a message at hand
That’s love togetherness
And I’m tryna spread that across the land
Feeling
Concerned and worried about my
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
Every line over their heads. We're playing Double Dutch
Put my foot down and made a change I'm the fuckin clutch
Now I'm stuck in 5th and I ain't stopping
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