Lyrics:
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
cried
Go home, little boys, get off the court
It's a big man's game, you're much too short
Too short, my foot, that's just your way
Of saying you're
balled up fists
Will I ever get to the bottom of a long hit list?
I don't think so
Take so many pills I oughta be dead, tryin' to drown out these voices
mega sickly
Psycho strictly, giggly when you're begging to live G
I'll leave you like the legs of a crippled bee
Dead your little seed force you
a
When I'm fuckin up ur streets with em
All the ghosts They gonna beat on em
Bitch I couldn't see the crease on em
So fuck you mean u runnin 10 on em
a team to get Hoover out the joint
I do what I want, bro, in my life
Serve and protect long as it's my wife
Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower
mismatch when I spit that flow
(Oh no, too much?)
Then why you got my dick in your mouth
Like a tooth brush
Girls are developing a huge crush
I don't do much
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
to carry on a legacy
I hope you're smiling down on me
I hope that you're still proud of me
Everything I used; tried getting over you
Couldn't get used to you
Soon dem ah come, California get scared
Dem ass is dead, dead, dead, dead
"Yes, we have there have been riots, ah, uh
Rioting well, I don't wanna say
about protection, I’ll take the morning after, I’ll take the fifth, I’ll take a dive
I’m king of the hand jive, you stay longer dead than you ever stayed
Put my pain into a song I got a lot
Every year its just loss after loss
When will it stop?
Can I get a break?
I don't know how much more I can take
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
days
Baby I'm trying to do it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
So tell me what we getting into
So tell me
you just leave me alone
You're dead to me
You dead in my heart but you still in my mind think about you when I'm passing the time
Don't waste our time
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah, I'm rich as a bi-, but bi-es ain't sh-
I'd rather leave a bi- in a ditch
bi-, you complain when you listen to this
But you
mean it
But I just said it just to shut you up 'cause you trippin'
Damn (you think that you're better off dead)
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah
And I'm sorry
Liking Squirtle, you so thirsty
Pics of me on your cellphone
Damn, I ain't home
And you're all alone
Call me on your cellphone
When you get home, when you
America getting caked up
While every day 3000 people never wake up
The rich get richer, the poor catch COVID
They foreclosing homes and the small businesses
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
cause you'll never write
But I'ma still send this letter off, P.O. Box
And when you get it
[Chorus]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
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