Lyrics:
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
and secret plans
So they can run when he finally gets caught
Living in Mexico
Writing a book about how we're
Chorus
Here's Jimmy-Jeff-Bob, he's with the NRA
penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
God will control that
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
[Chorus]
Playa's only where them chicks be checking their bodies
Up in the club where they get real naughty
Take um from here to the private parties where
surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
that hover
I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker
(don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be
Like "I could
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
A thousand sheets of paper
I'll see what they are later
And then I've gotta roam
And back and forth I've flown
And when I get back home I'll
See what's left
It’s time
They’re on to us
And they’re watching every move
So I need you to get in and get out
That’s a command soldier
I feel like Tom Cruise
a brand new girlfriend
Gotta feel like I'm top of the world now
I been Riding on a wave like a surfer
Felt so low so I got
Felt so low so I got
Felt so low
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
get on occasion at the other party
As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get
to play, cat and mouse, ain't no tom and jerry
Got you in my hand, it's too late, you can't try to dip
Got you by your neck, like your girl, and she's super
breaking bread and passing' Bob Marley
Like Tom Hardy speak of the devil he shall appear
So many people lose their lives and join us every year
Prodigy
ears, seven hunnid for the rings
I'm a black millionaire, fuck what the Forbes say
I'm a cold-ass rapper, I get hotter by the day
And she know I hit it
things gotta be rough now?
But, you had so many break-ups, you can't believe
You go and break my heart that I forgive and I ain't leave
Don't define you by
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
the hate inside his eyes
Yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot
girlfriend - stop!
Hold up I ain't in no kinda rush to grow up
so slow up I'm just playing the game
I'm warning you girl before you get involved with me
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