Lyrics:
Of validation and dare I say instant gratification
Deflecting your imperfection now that's weaponization
The basis of what I'm saying... slow down Chris you're
been the same
Cut from the same cloth, nigga, you flaw
You know I step on niggas like Chris Brown, I don't stop the yard
I'm on some shit, cause y'all
pickle make ya wiggle
You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
By itself, not including all my funky condiments
Nod your head to this
the same
Cuz I put all my trust in the wrong hands
And I don't ever want to feel pain again
So how do I know that you're the right man?
But I pray that
tell by her demeanor
Loving her features
That's my Melina
That's my Melina
Met her last night in the valley
Pretty brown thing with a fatty
Shorty trying
entrepreneur
is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure
South Side (repeat 4X)
Your man wants to get rid of ya
Cause now you're the number one
what you got until you're comin' back
Down on the farmland Mississippi shade
The folks down there they told me take it day by day
And walk
South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side
Your man wants to get rid of ya 'cause now you're the number
One neighborhood pharmaceutical
finna go another round
Chris Brown, take it to the head, finna take it down
Swimmin' in your ocean, man I'm finna drown
I can't strike out, I'm still
this
You couldn't be a king if you played hockey in Los Angeles
I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey
Point blank, the kid's stri-daight
Cause
you know I see her
And she tryna dance, grab her by the hand she said she ain't got a man, hey
And I'm making castles in the sand rock out in
of afterthoughts
I caught a feeling that reminded me of how I captured loss
My alter ego goes by Steeg Marty the ARTYchoker
He parties harder than the ghost of Chris
always hand to the masses
And I rebel cause all I wanna do is hand them a classic
Nobody gotta be right, just a lamp and a mattress
'Til my accountant
No friends nothing new
Niggas like insects all they good for is buggin u
Bitches like police man
Always steady cuffing dudes
Afraid to be alone afraid
I'm dumb
I'm sickenin' to the tum
You're a dick, and I'm fuckin' done
Cause I know you gotta say the same shit
Lookin' at your numbers like you famous
I got that
Sun kissed
Brown skin
Summer blonde
By the countryside
I'm going off the grid
Just you and I
Gotta spend some time
Blue skies
Green
shake for me, aye
Girl I see that glance
I grab you by the hand
Gave you couple racks
Now shake it for your mans
Your body so flawless
Got me drippin in
gotta do me like that
I'ma get this money and be right back
She keep me comin', oh
She got that comeback
She gon' give it to me when I want that
Baby, you
you get home
Dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady
And YOU can come to my house
And we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend
rock it? There'll be a doom call
Man, my posse is worldwide known
All the way from Philly to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff
on water
Man that what i do
Yea real cool
Brought it back to school
(Drizzy)
If you do the limits
Then yea yous a fool
Gotta let em know
Where i'm coming
money u in for a treat
I'm the motherfuckin man I bring sand to the beach
If you can't match it wit me you gotta find somewhere to be
Don't ask me no more
girl back spasms,
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin',
Ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain't
"Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be
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