Lyrics:
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
I'm by myself but I don't give a fuck
Maybe I do
Maybe I need. some. one. like. you
When I was hurting down bad you knew
Didn't have to say shit cuz I
Fentanyl, dog, I wouldn't even take that
Lil' bro beat the stakes, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp but he can't talk no more, but he
say my name, bitch, here I come (yeah, ooh-ooh)
Huh, I can't see what I done (ooh-ooh)
Every day, it's just me and my gun (ooh)
Yeah, niggas talkin'
and doors, and clothes
big body's sittin' on 24's
money on my mind you know
slow it down youngin', I got riches to get
I'm sir mix a lot when I'm mixin' these
his stick while he's shitting on a stool
“Looks like we're out of toilet paper”
“Oh no sir, there's some more right there”
He proceeds to grab me by
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
Gilly
How your man caught a body for you
You left him starving and that's why
You can't come back to Philly
Tell these people how you no
Longer
this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle, lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell
Sound the sir on the Mack
[Intro: Girl]
And you will never break me til the day I die
[Verse: Angie]
Yo everytime I turn around they say
How I deal with that weak shit
I
on me, just in case
Jesus piece
Jesus piece
Know I got that Jesus piece on me
Jesus please
Got a lot of fuckin' things I can't say
Yeah got a lot of things
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
I
Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
baby hit the lights please
Day light come when the night leave
I'm a be the one to put it down real precisely
I'm talking poetic no counterfeit
No edits
finish it, cuz all of the NDAs
And it's sad to say, that I'm sad as fuck on a Saturday
But I can't complain, could never forgive myself
Do you wanna stay
help me feel chosen
Lot of Bombay some lemonade mix it like a potion (Potion)
Numb all over no control of my motion
Thinking of you now that I be zoning
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
ain't the end
I was squeezin' my toes and I can't press send
I need to cum so I can go, but if I'm late again
They know me, I ain't gotta say where I
the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you
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