Lyrics:
I've done all your work for you.
Freddie.
Who'd ever guess it?
Daughter in collaboration
With the very nation
Gave her father third degree.
And demonstrate our skills
In my mind, I'm in the game
And all my shots are belters
But for now we're dancing
On top of a bus shelter sing
We're world cup match
all my money, what a terrible spin
Parlays never hit, they're just a losing game
Sports betting blues got me feeling down
Hoping for a win, but I always
four-fifth Holden
And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort
Every day, all day not new to the sport
In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with
When I
good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point
go in only to win and be the holder of more
Trophies, titles, and triumphs cause I dump all the sly chumps
Never choosin' to lose my spot, not once
For
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
Betting on the future again
This time, we're going all in
No borders, no debts
Smoking candy cigarettes
When did you decide to lock the door and wait?
You
And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort
Every day, all day not new to the sport
In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with
When I ain't in the lab
nothing left to drink
I ain't ever been much for swimming in here
But I sure know how to sink
There's gasoline all over this ground
I strike a match
husband broke up
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With
Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know
He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision
husband broke up
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With
the trot
Maybe I could phone in and slap it on
Put all my money on a mid-match one
Yes, I don't know the first thing about football
But my instincts
to me
Nah, I don't know, everything's for sport though
In my breath I'd hold all at once if it's too cold
For my age acted too bold
I acted too bold
And I
the raw you should know this
Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
Scheme for cream, me and Amillion
Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
Put
I was cruising in a porsche, Hopped inside Pagani for a sport
In a stick shift beamer gas just hit the floor
In a drop top Benz im passing you lil
I don't want a stall, yeah
I just want a map
For the directions all the questions that I have
For the games of this life
Will the fame be worth
every day
Betting and fiction take what we have
Leaving families torn apart and in financial disarray
It's not just the money it's the trust that has
sites or forums
hogtied, for sport and not showing decorum
4:53 in the am on Thursday, eyes getting heavy like mind is in the worst way
let the words
sport
And while I bring in every dink
In the kingdom with open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs, the pigs
The dregs of what y'all
Chorus: 2xs
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
Where my hoes in this house who
Hold they niggas down who
Roll hard, why'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this
It's the time of the year, it's the time of our lives
And the nation is gripped in it's heart and it's mind
To commemorate this there's new songs
to try and play for grand prix?
Lost cause, I was betting all in
Was it worth to try and play for grand prix?
Lost cause, I was betting all in
Was it worth
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