Lyrics:
my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry
Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be
Hold on yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby it'll get better
Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon'
it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with official
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
C’s
And I got brothers who be banging them B’s
We got guns so you better come with em
The beam attached so I know imma hit em
223’s at his brain we gon
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
Lovers cry
One last kiss by the edge then hand in hand
Two lovers stop their hearts
Better than to be apart
They have run from her father
like it's turning into something
Better that than turning into nothing (way-oh, way-oh)
Ain't no interrupting this eruption (way-oh, way-oh)
(LD,
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
have the place surrounded
(Check check) Come out wit your hands up
Yeah! I’m a Killa for hire
You niggas better retire
I was sent to inspire
So
of yesterday
I’m still getting better day by day
And I know
We’ll be okay
And now that I’ve found the one
We’re running to the sun
And now I know
We’ll be okay
ourselves
We're all livin' 'til we're dyin'
We ain't cool, but man, we're tryin'
Just thinkin' we'll be fixed by someone else
We all wrangle with
when to walk away; know when to run.
"You don't ever count your money while you're sittin' at the table.
"There'll be time enough for countin' when
deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain't got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do
by
Crowned Prince isn't the way I ride
If you wanna roll together, it could be a vibe
(Okay)
(That's my dad)
(Oh)
The sun shines a little more
I'm talkin' to my shawty, yeah, she know better not to talk back
But I'ma make sure that I'm good (good), we never gon' be understood ('stood)
a fool no more
Better take that mess on out the door
Tried to ruin my world
Tried to run my life
Must be crazy thinkin' I'm your wife
Yo I done it
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
But you can't run
rock, for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (nope)
Through the tall grass, run your ass off (yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
Is it wrong, is it worth it?
If it's scars can i reverse it
I don't need this, kind of treatment
I believe in, sharing secrets
Better run, better run
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