Lyrics:
hard for myself and for this fucking game
But I can't catch the game now both my legs in pain
And when I try not to try I don't try enough
But when I try
We're in love, let's be together
Happy times or heavy weather
Mother says, "today's a special day"
So let's not fight, okay yeah
When you were
Louis, Dior
I got sex appeal
You can chop the legs up off my feet
I bet I'm stepping still
Bitch want me to have her heart
I only want her neck, for real
Crab legs fried calamari
Lobster tails and plenty steaks
I'm in the back just like barrack
So they won't ever see my face
I'm still thinkin fuck
should thank God it's a privilege to behold me
I'm to busy she find time we indoor she find wine lifestyle is shine shine
But still intellectually Einstein
huddle
If you're gonna contest then I'll pull up and I'll leave you pummeled
And trust if your girls with you then by her legs'll be a puddle
Motherfucker
damaging
All they still panicking
Homie stood panicking
All they stood by to the chanting and nodding
Shit this just a hobby
And none of y'all can stop me
I can make your legs shake
I can cause an earth quake
I can do bout everything he
Can't and by the time
I'm done you're beggin' screamin'
"baby
still kicking in my coffin
I knock it and unlock it, Iâ#128##153#m kicking the lid up off of it
and Iâ#128##153#m walking like a zombie like I already did
We're in love, let's be together
Happy times or heavy weather
Mother says, "today's a special day"
So let's not fight, ok...yeah
When you were
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets
This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
I live at home still, not paying phone bills
Hydro, or rent, and my mom makes most meals
So it's so ill, I don't need no scrill
Only cash for gas
to go
The legs fold with the high pro glow
Fifteen and lied and said she seventeen, so misguided
She didn't even have a dream, she's so excited
That
I'm a tree top
You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock
And my music be keepin' the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that
black squares on the Gram
Is we still here for it? That’s the
Question that I ask a lot
Do you act a lot or do you act a lot?
Say the wordplay gettin
Still I might ride out, giddy up
By now, I should at least be a milli up
Everybody be rappin' about trappin'
I'mma find out how much food
They're really
leg broken
Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
I'm from the L's of the Murderville
Where we possess
to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going
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