Lyrics:
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
Say I'm too aggressive, that's that pressure, nigga, test you
Shout all my niggas special, he come home we goin' extra
Evolvin', grew with power, he
Say I'm too aggressive, that's that pressure, nigga, test you
Shout all my niggas special, he come home we goin' extra
Evolvin', grew with power, he
on this track
Up in this bitch, up in your bitch
Let's get it, yuh
I gotta fan
Up in my room
Makes it all cold
Makes it feel like a tomb
I am your dad
Here
home 'til the world know every time that I'm droppin'
We takin' over Boston, it's simple economics
I know, fuck it, every continent
Yeah, the universe is
When you're young and earnin' money like a surgeon
Yeah it's cool and all but spreadin' love's my purpose
So who's gonna tell me I can't do
Anything
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
'm a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I
A Coupon
Baby got that slow dome, my trap like a group home
I’m bad with niggas, but I’m good with bitches
Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious
Rag
gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass face she going rock my mic all night
Starlight Starbright We're gonna hang some new stars in the heavens tonight.
They're gonna circle by day
They're gonna fly by night
We're goin sky high.
over when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all niggas not poppin'
Fuck her, then she goin' shoppin'
Whoa, I'm runnin' out
when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all, not poppin'
Her, then she goin' shoppin'
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
They're
nigga
Slave to the pussy but I'm just playin' the field nigga, yeah
Are these people really discussin' my career again?
Askin' if I'll be goin
To a different world
Where the castle looks out to a valley
Where I'm given all the love that I crave
Not afraid of the rising sun
Laying bare my brittle
forget it
Cuz a wiseman can shoose to get ignorant with it
Na'mean - you all can get it I'm conisdered the nicest
The way I spit it give these niggas all
I ain't goin back again to that state of mind where I was ignorant and it was war time
And I thought I could save all of us if I wrote one line ya
feelin' my style, I'm goin' all in)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Oh my god (Feelin' my style, feelin' my style, I'm goin' all in)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Oh
my mind, 'cause motherfuckers tryna rush me
Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Comin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank
Never,
and all the love that you gave
Mama made a Mac, laced me with boss game
Birth father wasn't sh..., don't even remember his face
But [Name] is a soldier,
Do it like that.
[Mac]
Ya heard me.
[Soulja Slim]
Do it.
[Chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they want
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