Lyrics:
with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah
You think that the diss at your king
Is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'ma keep calling you fat
me
I'm not always what you'll want me to be
It ain't easy loving you
You simple pretty thing
No, it ain't easy loving you
After all that we've been
No I ain't had nothing to drink
I knew that's probably what you'd think
If I stopped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you I'd
Them by the real name
Soop sucker, some male MCs
In full effect, I'm pulling all of these
But when I'm on the mic
You know I do things right
I'm in house
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
right by you, I stood by you
I did things I didn't even like to
You're just way too selfish, yeah yeah yeah
Only care about yourself (yeah yeah)
facilitated by a simple touch from me
(A simple touch)
I'm so high on the natural things
Like the way we love each other without our bodies
I never felt this
I'm still, I'm still dreaming
Unfulfilled dreams
Is things ain't what it seem
My love is more than a fling
But will she ever see a ring
knucklehead with me
My man J.J. Brown
On some bully shit
Bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers
[Verse 1]
Give me a beat and listen
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with
is done
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one
[I don't care how they look if they got money
were taken by feral hogs
(HOG RIDER)
Country roads always had that family charm
Moved to space start my own asteroid farm
Ain't no hogs here
Ain't no
They say we rough
Fresh timbs and J's
Dont get scuffed
We still getting paper
Though it aint enough
Two seven on the beat
Why you looking stuck
Its
So simple
So what
Sitting jus rapping and chill on a bus
Young reckless not giving a fuck
Jus like the alc we slide in a cut
Running pockets we ain't
waiting in a towel
It's the simple things the count okay
Imma pull up rub ya down if you not okay
You ain't round when I'm down then I'm out, okay?
You
To drunk so I pour up with Sprite
Look down I ain't feeling these lies
They follow wherever I go, guess I go to Miami tonight
See JJ he's like Ando guess
This mad dog
Ready to smack hard
Tackle
Any motherfucker who
Wanna standoff
Wasting my time is theft
Botta cut their fucking hand off like
I’m seeing JJ
though
See the armada all stacked with an arsenal
Seven seas, hella weed, drowning in Hennessy
JJ and CAD be preppin the weaponry
Might leave a crew
up you gon' take hits
I ain't immune to them they just miss
Why you ain't succeed well it's simple
You get blown around by the wind
You care too much
of the simple type Jay-Z
I ain't want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the, in my personal opinion
So he asked me, "What you think of it?"
So, Miss Nicki Minaj
What do you say to people that say
You're trying to be something that you're
Not like Lady Gaga or Madonna and
You're doing things
notice things like every day
I see you hating on this promise
Wonderin' why you ain't receive it
Check your spirit
Cause that ain't got nothing to do with
are these simple things
See you know I've come to realize
That it's all on the inside
I aint even trying to moralize
I like beautiful things too
If she don't
Like you, then you ain't gettin' a damn thing If she like you, then you:
If she like you, then you don't get a damn thing If she don't
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