Lyrics:
through things by my lonely
I can tell she trying to fuck, just by the way the bitch approach me
This that fast life I chose (woah)
I been fucking stripper
Trisha
Had to kick her out she tried to run off with my gun
I can't cuff a bitch I got a problem right now
When I fuck a bitch it's probably one and done
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn
a right
A blunt in the air just to save the night
I done seen too much wrong ima make it right
Me and my niggas we totin guns
And we purchase them guns with
stone me
They're gonna say, "You're trying to be
Like Barack's wife look at her
She's sitting down and peeing like that
You trying to be like Michelle"
She likes to talk a lot
That's why I call her Trisha
Her nails are manicured
Her hair has been conditioned
Don't worry 'bout her race
She ain't
in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through
me
We had some problems on the way
And I done messed up in some way
But if loving you is wrong then I don't wanna be right
And when you tell me that
to let him rap
All these years, now I can see why you
Was runnin' scared of me
Cause I'm the nigga that's gonna expose you
Ain't the nigga you appear
that Rock The Casbah was used by the americans during The Gulf War
That's ironic, you never know how things will end
I've always liked the group, I've
to them
And now they play me like a fuckin' amateur
I got a life, yeah, I got a right, yeah
Cancel my shows, that shit ain't right (shows)
How they gon'
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
, you wrong and you know it
You wrong, you wrong and it shows
I can only deal with who here right now
My loves, my fears that pierce, write down
I'd clear
massive, amplitude
Got a choppa, aim at you
Your face, contort you sneeze
Achoo
That's cute
I'm in her rump
My shit goin crazy, Bro look what I've done
Ain't bout taking no pictures
You got to be with my team to understand me
Because The million dollar that's
What i'm demanding
When i get it im be
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
give you
A little bit of factual
Information they will give you that
Why did I name a$AP? cause that's the future
That's the niggas that
Got me and Cudi
to move on
It's either that or sit here and wallow
Get nothing done
And you've already tried that
Now let me ask how that's goin'
Want you to write all
get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in
you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha')
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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