Lyrics:
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
and whispered something to me
Do you know what she said? I tell what you, what she said
And she said exact like this:
‟I gotta try you, I gotta try you, no
REAL quick
I said, "I got another friend, I wanna party with
and we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun
You know baby
my shit once I blow up
Real hood baby tell if you see it in me
Born in them trenches so a nigga gotta get it
Money on my mind cause a nigga want them
jackin' the beanstalk
We both got marketing plans
Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross before
Mine is to punch you in your face if
the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it
And you could make it the movie
You’ve got to make me believe
So I can believe in you
You can make me believe
And you when you’ve got to go
All I have
bout' the BILLS!!!
her rent ain't paid, but she got her hair done,
this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made
and ride my
of the day its not ya'll struggle
But you always got something to say
Well hear this fuck you
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you come try to sleep in
bag, baby
I'm in first class, baby (on God)
You in last, baby (on God)
I'm a 90's baby
But I cook that shit from the 80's (on God)
Hardtop
emotion, but I'm tryin'
Look in the mirror, do you like what you see?
She think she know me 'cause she stalk my IG
The devil keep on callin' me but I
And try telling God when these cells lock, have mercy on me
Touchdown, catch your case tryna sell rock
You ain't wanna believe that hell's hot
My mom she
put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow a Hubba Bubba in your face, that'cha ego!
Ayo, freeze-funk, you got
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
audacious behavior
I've got to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord
If she would have known
on the phone
She sayin' "The devil got you boy"
I said "yeah I know and I gotta let em go
Just keep praying for me and just
Pray that I get some hope"
And it's
you by my side, I could remember how love felt
I forgot how it feel, every time I try I fail
We ain't even gone stop at lights, everywhere I go I got my
I'm gonna take my baby
On a little joy ride
She'll be ghost-white pale
Sittin' by my side
Shakin' like a leaf
And it ain't no wonder
Shoot ya like a basket
Glock on me Ian eva lacking
Talking that talk and you kno I can back it
From the front way she walk you can tell she got a fatty
free why would I try
She kno it's up she stick around wit all this money on mind
You got da drop I dare you try
You see dis pain all in my eyes
Got shot
And she bashful if she come up out those clothes she in
You got a what, my nigga? You got, you got a what?
Oh, your bitch is flexible?
No, no-no-no-no
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
I'm gonna take my baby
On a little joy ride
She'll be ghost-white pale
Sittin' by my side
Shakin' like a leaf
And it ain't no wonder
Drive like
to be the fixture
Be so out the way
They all in my face
All of sudden they all in my pictures
She catch a fade Like she played for the clippers
Ian
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