Lyrics:
grandma couch, they be soft like grandma, lemme rap
Just to get out my bed ima need me them pesos when I drop all y'all getting halos
They say the game
life
Gave up on them hoop dreams
Tryna touch a hunnit in a night
Play about my life I swear to god I'ma up the pipe
And I can't fuck with no bitch niggas
dick with the stick out
Ouuuu
Ima bad man
you satisfied
I'm asking can you stay the night
You know I put in overtime
To show you what it could be like
Oh Oh Oh
And now I'm on the road, and I'ma
Matter fact 너희 부모님도 더 믿을 거다 날
I'ma keep pusin' P
지금 내가 떠올린 게 니가 떠올린 것과 다르다고
The new vision 말로만 like you? No 실천
행동하고 그게 실수면 얻어터졌고 불렸다 몸집을
트집을 잡아봤지만
and your bitch right next your shoulder
I'ma love it like Mcdonald's
You go quit it like I'm in it
I'm the minister of bitches
Swervy's online and she's
with the toxins
And no I do not wanna talk bitch
Ima just rock this show like guitar bitch
I am an artist (uh) but please do not box me in or I will
head and knock heem out
Throwing shade feel like shaq when I box em out
In this bitch call me jack when I'm popping out
And when A nigga get a show ima
COM A CARA DE SANTINHO
E ELA MO SAFADA
INTAO BROTA NA FAVELA QUE HOJE
TEM UMA REVOADA
É QUE O PRETO É POSTURADO
IMÃ DE PIRANHA
CONVOQUEI A MAIS BRABA
jogando pra cima de mim eu fico em paz
Tô anulando os impasses
Meu time é tipo Timmy Turner: ‘tamo fazendo pedido, e do nada dá tudo certo
Eu virei ímã
took it for granted so I left you
All alone at night I feel dead inside
But ima be alright
But you won't get me off your mind
You'll be thinking bout
um vampiro
O monstro capetalista é o grande inimigo
Ele não é bom
Na verdade ele é o vicio
Que rouba sua alma com o imã do consumismo
Babilon,
your eyes
don’t fake your trust cause it’s my disguise
and you gon' pay for all your crimes
yeah you gone pay for all your crimes
yeah
i'ma keep this
take me a life can’t do it myself ima purchase that.. 1300 for these Gucci kicks (That’s it?) might as well get the shirt & hat.. Chanel lowtops all
under bright lights,
Got my 9 close my eyes,
Dear Mama if I don't die tonight,
I'ma change my life,
I'm not Fucking living right
Blood stains in
Ima hot head boy
Can you tell we paranoid boy
Can you tell we exploiting the boy
Bomé tatted on the rib line 
Cheap bitches trynna wear shein
Cheap
cousin was on
I’ma keep on reppin’ till they bringin’ my brother home
Shoutout to Pootie Tang
Ain’t no talkin’, just do it, mane
We ain’t running we
in love with you
But, baby I got options
Dozens too, so don't you play with me
Driveway, dats where I wait
Ima hit ya one time, if it vibrate
I can't
involved
Cuz she know that ima dog
If it’s one thing I know
It’s sticc to the G code
When it come to these hoes
Treat em like a free throw
Seem They always
when you do me like this
You slim thick and baby even light skin
You know that ima buy you nice things
You so sweet that imma lick the ice cream
I
Normally Ion do but fuck it ima turn up
They tried to steal my flow
I had to show em I could switch up
Always running yo mouth
But you can never
I'm a fiend for the clense
Propaganda
Not my life, motherfucker, I'ma speak for the dead
No answer
Only give them life from the creed in my hand
believe all the bs that be pinging to my cell she bad ashit outside but inside screaming for some help ima selfish nigga I want that ass all to myself
She
the columns
You wrapped me in these chains
Now I’m cold blooded
Still don’t point the blame
Ima keep it simple
I can’t leave yet
Need to add the comas
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