Lyrics:
Well, so I thought but I guess you switched your mind up
Fuck it, even if it ain't with me, hope you still find love
Looking back at all the things that
about you on this damn track
Don't be mad when you see me in that Maybach
No, I cannot mess with no hoe
She said she wanna stay but she really wanna go
I
with my gang, they the fam that I choose
These bitches be Blue, they be lookin' for clues
She said "pull up on me" said "pull up on who?"
Drive by in
to myself
I wanna give up but then what's next
Nightmares from the bottom the cities poppin
Its hard to be righteous when they say you a goblin
It's hard
Tell me what you wanna see
And what you wanna hear
And after that I'll be abundantly clear
That I don't give a damn
Yeah, that I don't give a damn
like broads, their motives is questionable
Suckers sneak diss me and call me up on the phone
They say, "40 Water, I just wanna be on"
[Chorus]
three, go
Gonna be a bride for the hundredth time (Wanna...you wanna...you wanna...you wanna be the)
Faded beauty eyes with some worry lines
when you come around
I swim into despair and I start to drown
Pull more hair tie me up and hold me down
Be aware I'm not scared when you start to count
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
know that is true
I wanna be with you
Oh yes I do
I wanna be with you
And not by myself
I wanna be with you
Don't wanna be with nobody else
Now when I
Bear With Me Lord
Written by Ray Scott & Phillip Moore
Sunday mornin', ten A.M.
My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin
I know where I
dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
know that I'm on tour
I can hear you but I'm really not feeling you
The same issue I just wanna be the villain to
let's clear the paint cause they know
me out of mud yh
I wasn't born wit the fame
Niggas took and run wit it
Can't come back now I know ur mind
Rubber bands to hold d cash
Lil b u can't
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
as the the dark grey clouds can be
Onto the mic the mic MC
We be getting lively with the mighty P
- I - N to the T wendy hit's not the drift
Draw of hit mandy my
've made it elevated
But irritated
By all these critics saying that I'm
Outdated
Y'all overrated got funk flow
For all you hoes
Put a million on the table
On every Martin Luther Boulevard
They payin' homage to the
Shooter from Queens right now you wanna be
This cracker from Queens fact though
I'm covered from
great
Got sin and he's changing the pace
Yea ima be throwing them bombs
With this heat I'mma blow you away
But Jamal no you not a rapper
But I think that
what?)
I wanna fuck you, lil' baby
So don't try to fight it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
What? What? What? What?)
Don't try to hide it
(Don't try to hide it,
You know that she want more
Okay i gotta confess
Cant live a life with no stress
No i don't stress over paper
I'm stressin over bitches findin out imma
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I don't wanna be here by myself
But I'm just like you, and you don't
your keys to the condo
If you played at the Apollo
You'd be the type of act that
I would boo off stage
While I throw you a tomato
A tough act to follow,
think quick
Chase Moore and the hippy, so the beat sick
Beast it you ain't fucking with us
Eat a dick till your teeth chip
Homie I'm a be me, drugs in my
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Mandy_Moore_at_SXSW_2018_(25904503147)_(cropped).jpg "Mandy Moore")
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