Lyrics:
girls
I unfurl like the whirl
Wind in my hair
I need more to feel real
I need more to feel real
But I’m trapped like a rat
In this hexagon maze
I made
stories i've been in a few wars
I do more, he came to my house
Kicked in the glass
Next day i made him pay for a new door!
He ain't a bad boy i took
Man
Step into my time machine
Come and catch a vibe and read
Out of the Diary of a Pimpy Kid, my autobiography
5 years after 93 - found some new
girl
I'm fuck them for Emmett Till
Then run it back can't take no knee
I run it up like Rocky
I got fists in the air
Took the 5th from my hand
try to tongue kiss
She ain't the type of girl that I'll have my son wit
Days are fun wit, fucked everywhere brought stuffed teddy bears
Told me that she
bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and just grey is
I deserve it
Studying the greats, shit I got 'em on a track
30 more years 'til I put down the pad
5 more days 'til I start a new path
F*ck everyone
rolled, party in my condo, homie better not fold til sunrise, yuh
And I got superpowers
Only fuck with real ones not the cowards
Workin' by the hour, never
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
(WC)
Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard
to give him his words back
My mother is a master of medicine baby, it helps to have a genius on your side
If you roll with me we will do more than just
everyone there, it feels just like the old times
Boxing Day limes
Running some dominoes by Max smoking on that great vine
It's more like a tree
Got her
up the blessings, every day is Christmas
And Santa Clause this year caught me by surprise
Cause he's handing out the weed to keep us feeling high
We
pray to me
Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie
a bowl
Oh, oh
Get on the floor
Five finger slip up her dick
I just divided a bitch
Ridin' a whip or the stick
Killers we dead on the beat
Seven divided by
of the Pairone
I bring my boys you bring you girls, and we can get it on
Til tomorrow and the next day,
That's how we do it in the 6 suido gesta
Chorus (2x)
You
of the Pairone
I bring my boys you bring you girls, and we can get it on
Til tomorrow and the next day,
that's how we do it in the 6 suido gesta
Chorus (2x)
You
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,
Land Rover
Third ward we was in da Nola
And da judge told me
I can't see Marley
Til' da day I'm sober
And we just had
That conversation
About moving
"So hold your head up, girl and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
down down
Til i knew you were down down down down
Well look at us now now now now
Forreal
Look at us now, aye!
This more than just a wedding ring
Babe
on me
Baby girl, these is not McQueens
These Rick Owens
Wait 'til my bitch daddy go to sleep
Hit a lick on him he soft
Back in the day my daddy took
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