Lyrics:
everything shaking from your ankle to ya spine
Tonight when we
F***ing up the headboard
F***ing up the headboard
F***ing up the headboard
F***ing up
then I lost the f***ing plot open up the open the f***ing book then started to read the f***ing pages on a f***ing day to f***ing day aye yea now I'm
One new messaqe.six saved messages.first new message:]
Angry female: where the f*** are you?!
I've been f***ing calling you all f***ing night long.
can't trust no B***h
That's the MotherF***ing Code
So many people wanna see a n***a fall
(See me fall)
Ouu i can't never f***ing fall (Let's Go)
Back
You don't know how I feel, n***a, I lost my f***ing dog
You don't know how I feel, n***a, I lost my f***ing dog
When I'm like Luminous, n***a, swear
call
Because blood don't make u family
My brudda in f***ing Vegas
And my peoples separated
Less then a month, then i'm out the "Mont"
Mama said best
f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, oh oh
Whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, oh oh
Keep playing,
been on the f*ing radio like Elton John yeah
Yeah she be the devil, i be triple 9 r.i.p
Never go and seek for me like i've been hiding
Baby all the time
f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, oh oh
Whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, whos f***ing tonight, oh oh
Keep playing,
It's breaking up shit cah he knows this
He making bags thinking that he owns this
Love and hate ain't a game it's a process
She be F ing next week
a knapsack
Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino f***ing Brown
And, this is Tha Carter hoe, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out
to your kids birthdayparty
and I promise I'll be f*** ing sensational
check this haze and all this motherf*** ing alcohol
we'll be having a brawl
This is
serious
We just n****z getting money, f***ing all the b****es
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his
Then you need to graduate to mother f***ing In Da Streets Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban
tank on your forehead
Everywhere we go they say "DAMN"
Them gangstas they be f***ing up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just
You're a f***ing piece of s*** now Rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh those clothes you wear
And those stupid teeth you've got
Get
heard me uh uh
N**** when the going gets tough
The hoeing gets fluff
You showing s*** stuff
Gotta go an get tough
In there f***ing for free
You
the bottom
Now we soarin' yeah
Keep it a hunnid for my shawty
'Lotta numbers blowing my phone but i keep ignoring yeah
Ain't no f ing around i put my all in
b****
The music starts playing
And she know what I'm saying
I grab my f***ing 40 and I take her straight to layin in the bed we love so much
I wish I
I'd rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito
Life can be testing and stop in a hurry
Might be investing in stock then the jury
Gives you the F-ing not what
so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. F***ing up your
a soul
He conniving, if you play with him then bodies get to dropping
He be wilding, young n**** only fifteen but he still popping
And he ain't f****ing
Yeah! Hold up
Let me count this money real quick
Ah, shit! Po-Po, again
Come on man
Yo, somebody's f***ing snitching
(That's right)
Yo, hide them
in 8 mile
And no I ain't wearing no painted smile
He sounds like NF, but saying "mf" and f-ing lot, was that an f-ing shot
Well I don't f-ing know, but
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