Lyrics:
But I ain’t stayin’
She always be complaining’
Always Blamin’
She steady be claiming me
Like nah you ain’t taming me
You are too plain I see, that you
grind kin ri ba ti she
Kowo wole Kowo wo le
Everyday we hustle ki owo sha ti pe
From Monday to Sunday
Have been on my grind kin ri ba ti she
I Dey face
[Kool Keith]
Yeah.. so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh?
You didn't know what to do
All excited over these
one model so times it by 2, times it by 2, times it by 2, times it by 2, times it by 2
I think she caught on now she know she know what I do
Suddenly I
I mean the plural, that nigga rannin'
I got a bitch all on me, yes she be chewin' my dick up
I be just killin' this shit
When she eatin' the nut,
I, I cannot lie
I feel inspired
By all of these monsters
Inside of my mind
All of time
I, I cannot lie
I feel inspired
By all of these monsters
to the...
To humans, and human nature and all that shit
There's like a billion answers to every question
Mm-hmm
Because... we're all different and individuals
her sing Ella mai
That's my lil Coi Leray
She don't want party with bae
But she gon party with kay
And leave all her motivation on me
And leave all her
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
acting so damn perplexed
But that's how it goes though right
Blow up yeah I just might
Make some money blow it all
Can't take that shit when I die
Don't
alone
just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters
that I wrote to you,
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are
could cut it
Four fifty eight as I bounce in the lac
Swing by the telly to drop off a pack
Chop up a brick and ship that to the trap
It's all in pursuit
my song and called me by name
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Starting all over again
a bitch and she know all my flaws
Perusing new things
Shaping my fame
Talking to Spain
Taking a jet to L.A.
Cocking my guns
And you know I don’t play
Pilled
All I speak is green run the bands up
Yea I hit lick put yo hands up
Poetry in motion wrote a stanza
Life black and white like a panda
Kill
though I don't know
Cut throat, blowing smoke
Murders all she fucking wrote in the suicide note
Brain moving slow got me numb from head to toe
Everything
control
The game is passing by her as she throws away her soul
She got two faces Different one for you and me
She got 2 faces Thinks they're all
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin' there I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though new
just waiting for the day
I find what I was looking for
When I met you
There she goes again, they say, longing and waiting
That girl who sits by
do
No spells that I can use
But if my dreams came true
I'd hold her every night
We fell in love on a Sunday
By Monday morning I drifted away
All I
I have an 11 year old son, and it's a different time now for young women. You have all that. I see beautiful women, female comics that do their
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
I started to clown
My momma did all she could to try to slow me down
Tired of her son be brought by the cops
Sent to go stay with my pops
He
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