Lyrics:
just my type
Baby, when we gon slide?
I'll put you in a G-Wagon if that's your vibe
And I ain't even gon lie
Don't you ever play around
Even when
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
like this, they don't like that!
They don't like facts! Fact is, baby, they don't like truth!
They don't like me! They don't wanna see me, here!
I
language
So even when I don’t sound white or educated
As if those two words are even synonymous
I can know that you don't just expect me to be homogenous
(Givenchy)
Don't act like you don't know when you know that you know
For real (Givenchy)
Even when I'm laying down, baby, I'm keepin' it tucked
For real
you, miss you)
I miss you, baby, I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you, miss you)
Without you I don't know what to do with myself, what to do with my time
are we gonna do? (I don't know..)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through? (I, don't, know)
Can't go left (uh-uh) can't go right
the back with the dick then
Make sure while they don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on Nich-en
'Cause we stickin' the Bic in, any sick then
Because
Then you come into my life after I fixed it
Baby tell me are you down to kick it
I’ve been having dreams about us they are vivid
I know what I want
even rock four braids no mo
These niggas wanna be just like bash copy my swag tryna jack my flow
They might talk like its all bout gas I been tryna smoke
tried to ask her "suck me"
She said
(300 for 1, it's not a free country!)
Bitch, I don't even have a penny for your thoughts
Aight, I'll give you 20,
all felt the pain
Of Yusef Hawkins, and they was mad but we was squakin'
They tried to show a false compassion, yet at the rally
They tried to bash
Niggas spoon fed talking bout they got it out the mud
My cousin said don’t be no bitch was raised by hard core thugs
Ion fuck with niggas cause they not
dealt
With my own motherfucking past
You don't know what the fuck I dealt
With my own motherfucking past
All they gonna wanna do is
Motherfucking bash
anymore, love
I just don't know how, yeah
To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face
Allow me to put these bums right back in they place
For
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
But me, I'm chasin' a dream
Tryna make sure that my family straight
But it seem like I can't get
Right even since my granny way
People don't know what I
Even in a mansion in the Hamptons
Let me know, yea
Moving fast through the shits
Do the dash in the whip (Skrr, skrr)
Baby bash with the hits
Ladies
Overstand your whole body
I'ma have niggas standing over your body
Like "Damn, he died one fuckery death
They don't even know what bun he's flexed"
This boy
it again, yeah
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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