Lyrics:
vous
In a Brick Lane gallery
With Becky the art chick
Or some chick that you've never seen
Who writes a blog about vintage things
Hypothetical
It
DY Krazy
Lord, Wop
It's Gucci
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave
Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
E, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Whoa
E, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just seen lil' mama Instagram and she flexin'
Don't care about your puppies, just that ass
Did you notice?
Did you find mistakes I made?
The times I tried, did you realize?
To let you go from me
The amount of thing we've had
A thousand
Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Is he real? He can't rap
Take that back, I rip all tracks
And some blogs
about a
Lot of different artists
And how you really felt about them and, uh
Recently Max B had some things to say
To-say about you and things like that
proofreader
You dumb mouth-breather
Well, you should hire
Some cunning linguist
To help you distinguish
What is proper English
One thing I ask of you
Time
today that Audemar tomorrow
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
One thing about that sack boy, I'mma run it up
Your favorite trapper's favorite
the ones who talking good behind my back
And say the bad shit to my, to my face
Why complain about things I can change? Yeah (I can change)
Souljas 'round
Yeah, haha
You know, critics, man
Critics never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know, the one thing I notice about critics, man
Is critics never
bliss
Ignorance is love, and I need that shit
If I never did shows, then I'd probably be a myth
If I cared about the blogs, then I'd probably be
Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things that you said
We were to gain
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about
ever put the world in our business
You see me fall in love, you the realest
You see me get engages and you had to read about it on the blogs
You
And I'm gonna make my move
Now don't you try to turn me off
'Cause it's gonna be hard to do
I've got a thing about you baby
Ain't nothing I can do
took a break from the game
And I seen these niggas clowning
The blogs wouldn't be the same if
You took Spitta out it props to the ones who
Instrumentally
ran all the blogs? (Me)
Motherfucker
Who the one kickin' game erryday? Not a sucker
(Me) let the Porsche get washed in the rain, pack the thing
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I'm on fifty blogs gettin' fifty calls
My wife callin', screamin', say, "We 'bout to lose it all"
Had
the tub, all she wearin' is some suds
I done bossed up to the point that all I care about is love
Turn the family all execs, no such thing as rich enough
or maybe from the burbs
Before I was embedded in the fog
Now people address me in theyre blogs
And I love it dog yeah yeah I
Rock this shit for y'all heyy
So
And I'm gonna make my move
Now don't you try to turn me off
'Cause it's gonna be hard to do
I've got a thing about you baby
Ain't nothing I can do
song
Don't tell me how you knew it would be like this all along
I know the truth is you won't love me until I'm gone
And even then the thing that
than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin' me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna
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