Lyrics:
the same gone go broke to keep up with what I’m doing
Steady worried about I’m screwing
Keep focusing on me you always losing
Every day Hoes on the same
"This shit is not okay... You feel me?"
"Literally"
Aye, I'm always on the road and I'm always on my lone (By my lone)
I'm tired of working 9-5's
when she strip for me her vickie’s so cute
Dig in her deep ain’t no way that she mute
Ima run up this bag nigga ain’t no dispute
Iont know why they
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
and you can't see the roof
You ain't getting Money Then You ain't Got A Clue
Stack it to the ceiling baby this is what I do
We Out Frontin Can't tell me
Let's keep it secret like ya Vickie's
We won't tell no body
I'm all in for it tell me how you approaching it
Cause my intent is clear and I swear God that
Yo, yo yeah
I go by the name of Cassidy
It's another Mario Winans exclusive
ATL, come on
Damn boo, you don't understand, boo
I'm just fly if I
the motherf****n get go
I don’t even know how to act when your a** walk by
Every time you walk through girl you know you break necks
Carry yourself like a lady I
Okay, ramen noodles with a new flame
Old girl was a Pisces
Went to the motel
Took her Vickie's off, left them by my Nikes
Yeah, Luci losing ain't
And lays like it's Miss Vickie's clit
Never get in pickles Imma dip
If things turn to shit
Stick it to foes tryna shift
My focus peddling
And brake, I never
climb Cuz I started in the basement
God Forgive Me, Half of Vickie’s, using 60 for replacement
Trapped hard, went to school, became a King at Graduation
I
me
Raw to the core that’s what you niggas autta be
Say my name ona beat snatch his authority
Hey5 for life baby that’s the majority
Make love to me
me
Raw to the core that’s what you niggas autta be
Say my name ona beat snatch his authority
Hey5 for life baby that’s the majority
Make love to me
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
(come on)
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Whine
smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
To stage a rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem
a reply I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind
Could you tell me
focused
This man's name is Mario Winans, listen
[Chorus]
What makes you think I can't make it?
Put me to the test, I'll take it
I've been through
Time we make a move
Don't play by the rules
Niggas getting mad at me 'cause I could never lose
Challenge me we duel
Sleeping hit the snooze
Can't go
the next afternoon
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
"Would you tell me the facts,"
I said without fear
Turn, turn, turn again
"That
pour it up
Whats your top five to a dirty Carolina nigga
Don't got time for lying to you don't got time for with you
CeCe Winans I go higher than you
work in my hand
Nigga you know where we stand
Boy your bitch is a stan
If I fall in love then I'm gon' turn into Stan
If she leave me I'm driving off
to work, I do my job
I gets it in, I goes hard
Think I had too much to drink, you feel me God
Too turned up, I broke the knob
I bet you won't
Turn up, turn
nothin... you're bluffin
But I'm callin your bluff to see if you're really tough
Show me your stuff... enough!
Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap
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