Lyrics:
Several months that he has
Emerged as something else, a public figure
On the national stage though it
Seems cynical to say so
This can partially be
Fashion week fashionably late there
My dawgs never tell if it ain’t there
We push through dirt from the grave ye we rose there
I better rap and I wrap
weather
I’m stuck with this life that i live like a tether
I hunt for the bag a national treasure
I stood by her side when she needed some pleasure
Sell it
the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I
long does forgiveness take?
Forever
Dirt bikes and pizza
I die
No supervision
I die
Slingshots and lighters
I die
No masters for bastards
I die
Things
Gimme that love, gimme that love, gimme that love, show me no hate
Gimme that buzz, gimme that buzz, gimme that buzz, never to late
Gimme that, gimme
to get richer
More shows more doe more liquor
Dead Game like a dream team nigga yea
I got some good jook i slang iguana dick
All that eaten and late night
1, 2, ratties comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, grab your crucifix
7, 8, gonna stay up late
9. 10, never sleep again
Muggsy!
Estevan
Got empty bottles and models, my heart empty
Swear she hit the lotto the day she met me
I'm higher than a sky scrapper, I don't want her no more
Told
play, the cheque cash close (?)
You know you gotta make up that loss
So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt
A whole baggage fucked up ?),
be
That's the life if it just gets tight
Work hard and you could be a role model
Let's do it
[Chorus]
One day when I'm older
(Im'ma buy
models
Save me, please
Is it too late
Save me, please, Save me, please, Is it too late
Please
wanna fight and you said that it's me-me, easy to find like your name is BB, national model
Like my name is Mimi, brody your music is played on the CD,
Droptop in the city, yeah she wanna know my name
Passenger Princess yeah she my only bae
Late nights at Disney baby this the only way
She like them
Whoa oh oh oh oh
But it ain't like what's on TV
Whoa oh oh oh oh
This is real life in the real world
We ain't talking to no models
We got real girls
But it ain't like what's on TV
This is real life in the real world
We ain't talkin' to no models, we got real girls
We get real low, we get real
capsules attempting to go national, make sure you got the capital
Have you ever felt the rush, it's not too late for us, I'm not the type to just churn
you lovin'? Who you wanna be fuckin'?
Who said what? Why you trippin' girl, why's you fussin'?
Got this model slash actress, slash part-time waitress
you lovin'? Who you wanna be fuckin'?
Who said what? Why you trippin' girl, why's you fussin'?
Got this model slash actress, slash part-time waitress
a strange mist appeared
Strapped on the infrared gear too late
Because soon as it came, it disappeared
And when the smoke cleared, the package was gone
My
war it's war
Thinking back you wasn't even national yet
Matter fact I used to be a fan of your shit
Young King I should've took you under my wing
bring a friend
Work with it, go and twerk with it
Girl, Nelly said let Murph dirt hit it
Oooohhhh
Shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so
they ways I pray we change before it's too late
I just wanna be better I spend a lot of time doing dirt
Evil in my heart not thinking bout who it hurt
I
Now they wanna come my way
Now they wanna come my way
Think the lil bitch too late
Now they wanna come my way
Couldn't even go on a date
Now they
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