Lyrics:
for your BBL is another way to tell me that you just want attention
Give me all of you
Like a legend do
I'll give you all of me
Like John did
Don't let
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel
a striptease
I serve cunt, you serve fries at Wendy's
I'm that bitch! You're giving "Bitch, please!"
We are the one, they are none of the above by far
Yeah, we
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I want to tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitching if she hasn't got a fix in
So, now I
the state of Texas yes
You won't live and see the end of this
So put another rose on your chest for you
John
I know
I know they'll be waiting for me
I know
I
don't let me down
Feelings are near the ground
Don't want the sun to be shinin', raisin' his eyebrows at the moon
Sayin' I told you, so she wouldn't
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
Ride high dro burn my brain
Gotta let a boy I re-earn my thing
And my five pound germ might sing
A song, if you want to sing say Bling
And if you
the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But
uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
letter-Y, I'm so high
I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
somethin', they want it the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block, the windows is so hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way)
don't let me down
Feelings are near the ground
Don't want the sun to be shinin', raisin' his eyebrows at the moon
Sayin' I told you, so she wouldn't
me, she sends my mellow soul
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
All I want's
to live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you want to play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
and lonely
She sees me to bed
What sets you free and brought you to me
Babe what sets you free
I need you here by me because
In the midnight hour, she cried
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
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