Lyrics:
Anastacia left a kiss on the mirror
And a couple of condoms by the bed
I tried to find her on her old number
But I just goet her boyfriend instead
Oh
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
That we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ end up riding fo'
is clear
I go by myself
The bigger the bag the bigger the bills
Is the harder you chase
Two bis on me i play with the legs
I pray with the tit's she
more late notices for the electric bill
No more heat knock up on your doors
And we can barely get our fill
No more scraping by
No more living just to die
I'm all but frozen in the train lights
Pinned down in a rising tide
Stacks of bills and unsent letters
Box me in on every side
I'm holding out
Do do do do, do do, do
Do do do do, do do, do
I can pay my own light bill baby (Do do do do, do do)
Pump my own gas in my own car (Do do do do,
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
you in the latest, make sure he know
I know that you kiss and tell
Who's someone that we can tell?
You need a real nigga in your life
I come in
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
they woman (Don't be playin' with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)
Rollin' off you
Rollin' off you, you overdosin' off my kiss
Do do do do, do do, do
Do do do do, do do, do
I can pay my own light bill baby (Do do do do, do do)
Pump my own gas in my own car (Do do do do,
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggas who fell
From New York to LA, QB to CPT for GP
A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
We're all kicking, we're all screaming
We're all sleeping at the wheel
We're all California dreaming
Playing house and paying bills
We're all
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
punk in this
I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for
leaves him alone by the TV light
Eating outa tin from the fridge
Waits for the train, disappears in the night
Over the Brooklyn Bridge
Mama's not coming
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
how to walk
Mama taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, right
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night,
should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet
'Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
kurt wood shit
(whatcha got on your plate future?) Fish and Grits!
Take a pic Snap a flick kiss my kicks they pay attention
Must they finally realize
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