Lyrics:
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
play, we drop them, we drop them
Bitch, I'm by myself, bitch, I'm him
You play, I cut off your limbs
Your bitch wanna fuck the game
Had to tell her ass
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
Don't need a bitch, I'll leave a ho
I take that back, only time I need a bitch to drive the dope
Gangster bitch, straight up out the projects, swear you
to play with the neighbors
I can't wait to stay outside until it gets later
Dad says it's time to come inside man I miss trader
Joe's visits push a mini
can't call no audible
You led professor
Better pack your silly autotune
Music ain't payin
And I'm sprayin
Put it in the bag
Truck drivin
My catalog float
some pictures off the wall
All I do is win win I don't lose or draw
Hit it in one place baby how you lose your drawls
Wait
I need a vacation by
but this my juice bitch
I'm geeked up like I'm DDG, I got the sauce but I'm not ski, u need a ring like cp3
I hit your corners, DVD, no ghost
Face but
to the check-out below with the income
I can't afford this
Life that I'm searching
Music rehearse and
No one that listenin' tell me what up
Life was a pain so you
their feeble sound
Submerge your crown
Making you drown but still
I rise and synchronize
So I can read the signs chase the prize
Breaking these lego
us, don't test us, get checked wit the tech sir)
But back to your slow lord, really want to know about your low luv
You can stop ackin' so so
You can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin' pool
But when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rules
Gotta go for yours at all times
outta factories
You can haul your own coal
Sew your own tapestries
If you're living lavishly
That'll end in tragedy
I'll knock you off your balcony
hits my eyes, red as a beet
Niggas hungry? I got something to eat
Open your mouth, swallow the skeet
Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit
Can you keep an errection?
Joe Pesci
Own all her shit like etsy
Girl why you so sexy
Looks to kill
I'll ill ill ill
Your my bond girl
Your my baby girl your my favorite
Ain't no
gun cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your s***
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you b******
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
He?ll make you scream inside
With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac
He?ll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby
seein' shit clearly (woo)
Never heard that D be running (uh), 'cause D be gunning
I beat my dick and bust off in your eye so you can see me comin'
Empty
hats
I hit you bastards
With some poise never oinked or piggybacked
I took your damage
Made a choice call it love now sing it back
I'm such a problem
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin') thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin' out
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed
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