Lyrics:
that's when she blurted
"??? heard about the Mob, how we did it, the money - give it
Trust me baby, I'll be back in a minute"
Then she kissed me on my
Like goddamn, huh (goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he gettin' shot (like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up,
send to me
'Cause a lot of man ain't real
But they pretend to be
I'm old school like felony
I'll catch a felony (Right now)
I got enemies, frenemies,
up
Ashtrays filled with the fruits of our transgression
Here and there sarcasm overflows
To stay I'll need this sitcom to be re-run till I get the gist
ill be there forever
You want it than mami let me know
I'm feeling need of a partner
Make sure your not alone
Loose your mind loose control
Take
a find ??? with Ginuwine ability to keep it coming
Now when your butt's running I'll be there to get ya (ahhh)
I play like Kodak and get the picture
I'm
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
fear
Load it up and spray it everywhere
I'm about mines but for all my niggas I'ma share
I'm like Statefarm you just say my name and I'll be there
The money be calling
Retardedly ballin' my diamonds is flawless
I'm stunning like Austin
I'm smashing a vet
An I'm takin all bets
In a hemi with
Wonderlust
Music by Robbie Rosen and the Past
Verse
All alone,
Only way to you is through the phone.
Skin like gold,
Want it so bad, but I’ll
whoa
Off of these drugs movin' slo-mo
Fuck everyone in this fuckin' stu
Y'all just want a verse
Sketchers nothin' new
Chicken noodle soup, bitch I'm off
I was told I'm not a star by a couple folks
Still found a way to put myself in discussion
Next up talks the check come
I turn Yeezus with the Jesus
Ayy
She tryna live a movie life
Way she movin' is too groupie-like, ha
Maybe I'm just too polite
I put up with her 'cause the coochie tight
Half
he with a brand new fling
You don't have to worry, girl
Just come on out, watch my show
I'll be taking care of you
And do what he's not supposed
ain't rich but it's rich what I speak
And I'll speak it in existence till that shit concrete
I know a couple niggas in the street concrete
RIP
on an otherwise ordinary ??? afternoon
Inside the van standing by for the signal at the corner of ??? & ??? Avenue
I give the cue (Oo)
and I filled our water guns
And how do I ask my girlfriend for a threesome?
Also, every time a whore moans, why they always blame it on their hormones?
If I disappoint mum, I'll be
if his moms saw his bad grades
Uh, now I'm movin' at a fast pace
And every time I rhyme everyone got the gas face
Winning competitions every place I
Whoa
I'm watchin' you
You're watchin' you
Captured by the mirror that you're lookin through
I know you know
We gotta go
But you're puttin'
Fucked her in Netherlands
All my niggas ride with the traps
Don't get embezzlement (they be screamin', "Take care", yeah)
Convince she Heaven sent
the barman
Got some cocaine from a friend
I just had to keep on movin'
Til I was back in your arms again
Guilty, I'm guilty
And I'll be guilty the rest of my
to lemonade (yeah)
All that stress done made a monster, so that Mary Kate
Straight out the hood, we movin' up but I buy wedding rings (ooh, yeah)
Married
pulled out on a nigga
But like Killgrave, made his weapon drop
I walked away and told him that his neck would be a better shot
Heard him pull
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
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