Lyrics:
sexy like Veronica
I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica
No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender
Ask him who's been in, shit is like
Don't wanna hear the hoes say nothin
Leave you on my table
You the turkey
Imma stuff-IN
I want all the treats
I'm good on all the tricks
She's out
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya trick ya
One way
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
tryna get my future set, I’m haunted by my past
I ain’t looking for no temporary fix
I need a permanent solution to get out this magic trick
I don’t want
Hoes and tramps
Buts and sluts
Bitches tricks
Tits and butts
Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm
Intruder, (bow!) intruder
You never know who's an intruder
Don't do it, intruder
I bust ya (bow!) medulla
I'm burned out, I'm throwed off
I'm
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
I'm getting by
Please come to Boston for the Springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I
never question Him this not no interview
Gave me the vision I turned it to visuals
(The Light)
I'm on a whole new mission
Won't trick me out my position
a trick on a bitch yea
You know how I do it
Got so much dope in this bitch
In the trap you would think that I grew it
I got the juice
I'm slicker than
Electric Bugatti
I roll up to the party
Thicker than a Boston accent
Higher than your Back Bay rent
Look I'm not competing
With your bleating
Out
something (rack)
She want a trick, I'm not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it
[Chorus]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle it chose me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I got
the rafters
Turn your baby to a bastard
Free my nigga 'til it's backwards
Shit, come here, 'lil bitch, let me show you a magic trick
I got the gun in my
feelings, shit, I'm barely there (oh yeah)
I can never live in New York 'cause I can't carry there (oh yeah)
They say I can't live in my city 'cause it's
birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'
My daughter says I'm
I ain't savin' it (but I'm not savin' it)
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I'ma Mercedes it (Massachusetts)
She goin' and sellin' it,
Niggas are loving the topic, Goddamn I'm the topic
Feelin' like I be in Boston
My choppaz gon' fly me a portion
My choppaz all real, that's a hundred
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
fena hit
You better mother fucking move, wen I'm on that booze
Hit you with ooze, leave a nigga snooze
Like a nigga balling out of Boston Tatum top em
stunt on Instagram, I'm in a rental van now
Don't know how this shit gon' turn, but I won't run my mouth
Nigga run up on me, I'ma back his ass down
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