Lyrics:
and things
I want to do with this life.
But I barely have time to do the little I do now.
It's not satisfaction I get relaxing at the end of the day.
It's
I recommend motherfuckin' hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe Murda One got the motherfuckin' bad ass ways
'm a ambitious, all my vehicles match my drive
I' so strong like I could splash by tides
That's besides the point
You transgrammar with you glass disguise
Can't
here's the verdict
A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next
Sosa
Come and get a close up
I'm on the post like a power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
better be from Tex-as
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out
Nothin to scream about just back your
I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor
I feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where I
Can cause offence just by
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
don't get paid by the hour
Can't be from the block, I heard you a coward
When you got money it come with the power
I am the supplier, grip money like
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Well, I been flipping rhymes for grips of time and just can't seem to quit it now
This just a warm-up to help you get
Buttoned up, Tom Ford
Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue
But fuck 'em, I want a war
Butt fuckin' 'em slow, raw
Pertaining only
got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hood rat
Bow Wow: Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat.
Watch how you talk about her
When it come
Shooters Shoot, so rappers rap
I guess that's what they say
When shit is meant for you
You just keep doing
What you was meant to do
And can't even
And the women in your life love you for yourself and not your ends
And the population's real so there's no reason to pretend
And ignore we are the same, so no one
No! No! Satisfaction!
Get up, get up, passion baby!
Get up, get up, passion babe!
Get up, get up, passion ready?
Doki doki fashion, baby
I
they got to hate on me)
I wonder why (why they got to hate on me) ??
[VERSE 1]
I swear to god I came from nothing to something
I ain't get no handouts I
ride
No credit, no debit, no thanks
My clique pay cash everything we buy
See me walking by with my nose in the sky
Make you be like Damn bitch, can't say
niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)
I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back
I get bitches, I get money, no specific
head will get blown like John F Kennedy's Dome
Ain't no tellin' bailin' from 12 like Emory Jones
Raise rebellion ready to kill like fentanyl pills
I might be losing myself, can't deny my health
So sick from this can of soup on the shelf
Can I get a grip
Ain't this a trip
I'm gonna rip as I tear
can't see me, they're never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
'Cause you're outta your element, I am your fear
So go get off my testicle,
I
Don't
Know
Why
I
Can't
Get over you
This is love
Nigga like me see her
She be like he divine
I be like where she from
She be like the seaside
got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hood rat
Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat.
Watch how you talk about her
When it come to lil' Mama.
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