Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
and rabbit
But Inshallah
We'll be eating that foie gras
I treat that Grand Traverse Bay like that shit Shangri-La
Me and my Eckers throwing funerals like Mardi
Daddy Kane
They don't know what time it is about Mr. Welfare
Do me a favor open up your book to page fifteen
at the top and read it off like this
swipe)
For Birkin bags
A brand new heel
A Bone straight wig
The fuck
I couldn’t get mad
I bought some more
I treat my shawty's very nice
Cut the tags,
a good man, she don't know how to treat him right.
Well, women you can't keep a good man, by stayin' in the streets both day an' night.
When a woman says,
Well, that's one way to wiggle
But listen up close
There's a creepy kind of wiggle
That I dig the most
You just stretch your bat wings
And make 'em flap
I'll always be your daddy, imma be there when it hurts
I'mma ride or die for ya right until I'm in a hearse
I'mma love you like the way that King
(I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers
Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers
Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose
like players buckets
We in bondage so I'm breaking these layers craters up buckets
Honor your mom and daddy and daddies don't tempt your children
once was turn to so dime
I plead with all your mistake, one by one you pull the weed off my brain
I have no strength to regain no time for you to explain
the throne
Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones
I'm sippin' that Sleep and
I'm smoking that Gone
When you reach your peak
We gon' cut off your arms
She
just like you
Well I just gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
(Like you)
I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him,
I wanna be Him
The Jack
hours on end
Me and your mom were obsessed with you
Cause you were momma's baby boy, and daddy's best friend
But daddy ain't been, home a lot lately
If there's hope in your medicine
Hope in your medicine hope in your medicine
Treats
Then you know you won't get it in
Know you won't get it in
Know
flexible, neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it
I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it
Crosses on my glasses,
in love, broken
But we'll be okay, be okay
You were born in August just like my Dad
I know that your boyfriend treats you bad
But it's alright, cuz
I can bust your lip
Because Allah made man, but man made speech
And speech is only talk, and talk is cheap
[ Delite ]
Well, like a boxer, we got
funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
flexible
Neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it
I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it
Crosses on my glasses,
the women’s sufferage in the past 100 years laid to waste
By the hoes with the only fans
Patreon followings and lousy twitter stans
I’ll treat a woman right
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