Lyrics:
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
hunter, so I turned around to draw
I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it's
hunter, so I turned around to draw
I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it's
still stunting
I need all my hundreds in pile separate them hoes by the thousands
Can't stand next to me if you too insecure and shawty a certified dick
to run, if they come, I just meet my fate
Why she try leave me, then try fall for him, he don't take her on dates
I'm sad with baby Draco, got him spook
livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we
the ass' crown
Well Old Vick Valentine sure feels sorry for himself
But not for those that he has wronged
He's taken all my fucking friends
And even
Don't mind my meds I've been upset
You were my last hope just to focus
Can you feel my pain it's a crisis
Be my valentine your what life is
Living
sores cover my lungs
Suffer patriots who say they can't face this shit
Spaceships lifting off
modern-day candles are hood for the vandals
where
black sores cover my lungs
Suffer patriots who say they can't face this shit
Spaceships lifting off
modern-day candles are hood for the vandals
where
was a February fling
Nah it's ransom, he's for me
If lust is a sin then you're the president and I'm Marilyn
Valentines day gone
No walks through a rose
on the the clock
Live the life like nothing dey sup
Cruified my heart to the cross
Take my chance, give no Fucks
I'm on racks, I'm 7 feet tall
Do my thing I moved
her ass to come over
But, Everyday my best day
Karma is a bitch and she reside at where my ex stay
Love is her friend, she makes it harder for the next
a device-es
The nicest, Jesus Christ-es
Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
Bullets evacuated out windows
From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates
swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back
Now held accountable right for my actions
Right before the Wallabee Champ was rocking wallows
Drawing
shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun
Seeing if a seven-digit check cleared
All in the connect's ear
Driving cars that come out next year
Block lit, all I did was come out for some
I played a shut in for a good long while
My high time was walking the dog at the end of the day
Then back again to my solitary domicile
I let
on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time
Never knew this day would come to life, but I've seen it in my dreams
Found out on Valentine's, then we heard your heart beat
And words can't
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
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