Lyrics:
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
and deadly and bitter to taste
I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it, too
I can make a mere schoolboy forget his
[Rip]
Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I
Didn't do it angles, seein' the Lord
I do my shit without a nigga knowing
Walk in the room get to glowing
Placed a order but you didn't know it
Make ya
Can't infiltrate the gang
You can't ride the band wagon if our symbols clash
And Lord knows
(Knows)
What I build it can't be foreclosed
(Closed)
She's
a month and take a pump and
Make 'em want to make up somethin'
Take an up-and-coming artist
Or classic figure
If you see me reaching out
It's to smack
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
controlled
Only the devil by your side, I'm tryna expose
But still good news, trust in Jesus, real talk, behold
It's only Him, can make a change and make your
Written By: Stanley Gentry
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They Thought It Was Over
Aye
Poppin These Verses That I'm Writing Its Another Version Teaching You Is One
G-G-G-therz
We gon' make you move it (Huh)
We gon' make you lose it (Huh)
You gon' feel that bass that'll make ya go stupid (Uh)
'Till we kick
and my head is fucked
I take my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, it's never too late
Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in
and my head is fucked
I take my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, it's never too late
Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in
she tryna jerk me
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up
exactly what I want to avoid
But it’s hard
When you send a horny text
I reply
Like modern day James Joyce
So I send a couple of dick pics
I just wanna flirt
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
on pizza
I have no respect for cheaters
It's okay to show emotion, you ain't gotta be the hardest
Flexing on the gram can easily make you a target
Online
typer music
So keep listening homey don’t you ever mute it
A real definition of what the living proof is
I never do house music coz my lines are roofless
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
I ain't get it all back then but now it makes sense
I hit my credit limit grinding for the hours I spent
I said I trust you and I really meant it
the unthinkable
Loose lips make you sinkable
So we secure the source
Bounce back keep the ship on course
Remind the team what we do this for
It's all squad
I've
my money, you run it up, my Niggas sprint
You need that I got con-NEC-tions, nation-wide NO sprint
I'm all about the come up, been
About it, commas,
my money, you run it up, my Niggas sprint
You need that I got con-NEC-tions, nation-wide NO sprint
I'm all about the come up, been
About it, commas,
say it like it's over I'mma make a way
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say
Hey what we got
I wonder who's to blame
I'd like to make you stay
But I just don't know how
It's really such a shame
How am I supposed to feel
I wrote this one
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