Lyrics:
with that nigga you dyin with em
It ain't no way you gettin out it
If you not gone shoot when you get in my car
Do me a favor and get the fuck out it
I
Who can block bust all over your crop duster scene!
Try to Duel with me, Alfred, you must be Psycho!
I'll bring back JAWS, and take a bite of your
heel
[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
Ghetto droppin'
Shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my
turn you've got
the sound of a million voices
Every single move you make is
torn by a million cynics
When will we all see the light of day?
I don't
turn you've got
the sound of a million voices
Every single move you make is
torn by a million cynics
When will we all see the light of day?
I don't
on me
So I slow down and breathe
I'm uh knock out all my side quests
Goo Goo Dolls Iris
Find time to rest my eyelids and take in the breeze
Taking it day
I feel your body heat and it wont stop until I'm off you
You getting nasty
Yeah your legs look good up on my shoulders
She call me by my name
I hate
will then find
Out that kissing pays
Two times a day, I'll wash you in my tub
Ten times a day, I'll pat your skin and rub
Call me a prostitute
the Now Showing
In quotation marks Nigga level up
All the self-care
And the self-aware
And the "take a dare" niggas stand em up
We was welfare more than
kickin it are y'all done?
Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners
Might go get my nails done, seriously
Why whassup?
Ay did,
little item is that of which we call
The hollow tip bullet
[Verse 1]
Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
Dark Carnival psychopathic wig
basic
Swervin in a drop top stackin up the
Gwap gwap them bands I make it
She say that's she love me
Let's go get the money and take a vacation
In this
, kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
She took all the blame to make it easier for me
I think god's stolen me a face
cnd then says
Get out of here
You're an overbearing lonely man with
had it rough
By the grace of God I made it out victorious
Poker hand lay it to your straight, royal flush
If it was spades I'm riding all the way
I used to lose, that I got so used to it
But now I'm out of God, I'm out of hell Use the secret, said it to the heart anyway
But take that shit
Take four!
It's all on me, but I
Need more, and the styles on fleek
Can I see you again
No need to pretend
I'll get whatever you need me to send
Get
bottles out we celebrating of course,
Helped my downfall so now we praying on yours,
Use to want it all now I want me some more,
Tell Konnects we got
brought my best out
Balling come to easy
It's fluent
Like Jerry Stackhouse
Sat down on my ass
Tapped in
I ran my racks up
Aint a stylist that can style me
Baby hold me
We made it through
All the cold days
All the hard days
We made it our way
A 100 summers I've been
Out here on my own
A 100 summer I thank
will not break it
If it ends up all broken, then I'll be the one who kills you off
I make a promise, you swear that you will not break it
I make
it gets bad and things will only get bad
So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards, don't catch a bad break
Caught
to get ready
To do a bid i need 500 dollars"
I’m thinking to myself
"Wasn’t you just with Nas and you’re
Calling me for 5?" I’m
Like it’s all good ‘cause
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
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