Lyrics:
we're tryers
Got more heat than a dollar in the dryer
Got more flavour than Fruity Pebbles
Check the format, clock the levels
Yo, do what you gotta do
to match this
Yes, you are now rockin, you are now rockin
You are now rockin with the best
Chorus
Verse Three: Tash, E-Swift
Niggaz think
unloaded
I don't think you
I don't think you understand
That my thoughts are lethal
They will leave you in the sand
Because when I think it
It tends
like you think it is
There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose
Just ask any rapper who paid dues
Everybody now and then bound to struggle
I just
Just like every fan do
But the time goes by
And I realize that we are not the same
No respect, where's your loyalty, character
That shit hurt low key
thing to live in the past I let by done be by done's.
I do not trust them girls they move like Delilah and they can't take a joke now open you throat
Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,
wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife
I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line
Bet it
somethings got a reason for the things that I do yeah
Baby make you no mind so don’t take things personal
Girl you are mine but don’t take things personal
Now why’d you have to lie to me I blame Mr. Geppetto
This Coconut Ciroc got me, dancing with devils
Who ever fucking my ex do a better job
I don’t
remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
If you was there when I was starvin',
down the club, I need a ride home
She's like, I gotta leave, do you see me on your IG?
Or do you want my number? I said, Either's fine by me
I get
Babygirl I like what I see
You're a showstopper, baby that's just who you are
You're a diva girl, lookin' like a superstar
Did you fall from Heaven, baby
gone choose me
Club going up all on a Tuesday
When we in a section you know it's a movie
Friday nights you know we go live
Surrounded by women might have
think that you could ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All your
This is for then niggaz who be fuckin' with them feelings
And you get your heart caught up in the mix
Cause your love fucks what's up her dress,
Raising the roof don't quit, because it is who we are, she's tryna get flows on tick, as long as I raise the bar, I'm tryna find a groovy chick,
Ooo
Sexy girl on a plane, why you cryin', what's your name, who you runnin' from?
Teddy bear, pink room, fresh out of high school, sweet like
I'm with the girls who like their heads down low
Those who get their money from the men who know
But you notice (I'm asking still)
Where the strip
"Forget him, don't you know he's a loser?"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her? (oh)
Only a fool as described by the Tribe
Here's another
at the ground (you staring nothing)
Ohhh (down on the ground, boy)
I don't know who she is, but I think that you do
Daggomit now, who is she (who is she, who is
do is fucking groan
Girls on the gram, boys on the hub
Always trying to prove yourself with liquor in the club
Not thinking about the shit that it
to it
Disrespectful nigga, see this window? I see ya mama through it
Do it for the coast, so we can toast to it
Who showed you all the Pirus? The SA's
Just forget all the things that he said
Girl, this is yours, do whatever you want to
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
Hear these words out my
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