Lyrics:
wanna show me off to her friends
Changing photos like she changing men
She don’t wanna love but MCM
You can’t be her man just her MCM
Don’t want
touch a scale
These niggas ain't got no drip Ima wish em' well
Me and my niggas work together so he never fail
Hit the lick by myself cause I ain't gon
a shame….
You've been passed up many times by the men in their suits;
You're getting' fed up!
It's startin' to rain. (It's startin' to rain!)
Where the men
and drinking[00:15.97]They're now taking a pause, stopping and thinking, making better choices to prepare for their future, cuz livin life as a bum is not something they can get
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out,
they take my love and cut me like a knife
I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
Ain't no work
Ain't no work
For an honest man
Hated by many men
Hating should be a sin
I don't really care who I offend
Im tryna ball way above the rim
Im tryna ball like an athlete
They done let
Nekwa ha fly bois
Fly bois wey dey fly bus
you don't have sense buy one
Copy cat Belgium brain
King of the crowd atu go
Asokoro men abiakwa now
I work
Exploiting some people’s Real struggle and
Painjust to get at meto
Get attention? Fame? Another fight against
Men? We are a human family and we should be
demonstrant
Dej ruce up jako bys byl brankář
Dej ruce up jako bys doma vstával
Dej ruce uuuup
Když jsem na micu - revoluce
Když jsem na stagi - horeruce
Shawty going to bus it down, if you spending that cash
Break out them bills yeah she’s use to the class
Keep the work on game while she pushing it
used to wanna marry rapper, but that ever after
Not so happy. Used to want the cool kids
To come up and dap me
Used to talk to bums disguised as men
Sir
You go pay the cost
Shii
No noise
Men just Dey work
Work cuz me I gast chop
Work till everywhere soft
Shuuu ma nigga no noise
Woodada
habits
So whats your life like?
'Cause mines been real
Been a highlander just by the way i been climbing the hill
Just some men at work going down under
and born in a single seconds
Speech you speak never move you on till you pulling in work and focus men
Remember this is the fucking world (I'ma against
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
friends so he could make that work
Two years go by little black boy not a fool now
Him and his friends run the drug game they in high school now
They was
all unite
Let us fight for a new world
A decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That would give youth a future
And old age a security
By
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home
We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home;
We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
here doing me
Bad bitch on my right arm
I'll be here doing me
I don't plan on winnin' by chance
I'm puttin' work in 'til the sky's dark
These days it's
unity, who
Who do men and say that I am (Yeah)
That they got problems consuming me
Who, who do men say that I am
Denying communication of my attributes
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