Lyrics:
is hard, yeah, we all make mistakes
I’ve done over million and got way more on the way
I want you to hear this, that’s why I sing aloud
Just know that
had all dubs bitch
And now it’s all designer shit
Remember when I wore Truckfit
We got that the two toned drip
In my new Hermès pockets
And I got two
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
you, do is defend that
Lady when I call you, yeah
I'm sorry Ms jackson (oh) , I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion
up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won't say white girl, won't
to make heads rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
Strictly head shots
I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
Who got the props? Biggie
in the Land
And that's all that I am
Damn, you better come join this thugsta party
Blunt smoke up in your body
And come get high, get high
My
Pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice
All I need in this lifetime: Pussy and Patron
Give me that, once
me land
I'm high as I can be
I got my
Toes up n the sand
A lot that's
Deep seated
Hard to get up when I can
You tried to take me out
I keep security
In
got me coughing up
All this love in my blood got me fucking up
And this bitch with the b**** got me troublesome
Wait what? Yeah, I meant double cup
now im in a playlist asap twelveyy
I be eyeing his bling I want it all
I wanna cook with the mob
I wanna cook up a song
Come along way now the hate
the one if I make it we'll all be eating off a plate
I am the one that's gon put in the work and the time for this shit
Because I am legit I don't gotta be
surrounded by hate
I’m scared that he’ll man up and own it as fate
I hope that he sees that it’s never too late
that it’s okay to sometimes let down the weight
Bet that ship curls nepeta's tail
And he'll be needing all the towels 'cause
I'ma make him sweat pails(Four, three, two, fuck you)
So delicious
first cup of coffee. But after that I'd hail a taxi drive up the west side or FDR to work. Turn on my computer. Check my emails, go to the cafeteria for
that said I'd never go far
Always on the move like ADHD
Everything is right now ASAP
I ain't got no chill it drives me crazy
Wesley Willis voices they
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
tomorrow no de
When the Devil try me I just tell am no way
I de face my God Call me Looku looku
You should look it up its a song by Bode
I aint worried bout
mind be is a mine, explosive
Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably
Y'all see I got the drop on everybody
That's why I reign superior
Whether you
don’t even got the time
People lookin asking why i don’t wanna say too much
Bitches that I’m tryna fuck i’m always pushing my luck
Watch me make another
if she can make it out
You see this time that I'm taking out to tell you the story is more than a song or track
It's a message to a woman with
need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day
My alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open
up in the new edition
And that's word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit
And all these verses that I kill
I have no imagination,
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
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