Lyrics:
getting madder again
Send love to my exes and fuck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz
You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you
Could be
love you too
Peace
Proof is in the vineyard ay yo
An even more proof
Up in the booth
Norman Rockwell Album of the year
in love with the night
Ya she's great for some fun
Ya she's dope for my head
Oh she's good for me ya
Oh she's good for me ya
Oh she's good for me
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... ?
This shit, Doctor's Advocate, See you on the third
Album, hate it or love it
love me,
Shit I'll see you when I get there, One.
, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon
So let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon
So let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
steal my vibration
My frequency is at a all time high look
Talk to me nice of you’ll get punt kicked
No this is not no diss
This is the ending of it all
issue, really
My issue is you and me
I love you too much, and I'm going fucking crazy
We are never going back, so you better love me
Every time you're by
much, Shania
And ill try your tears, my queen
You're killing me, marry me, honeeeeey
I love your faces, lipstick, mouth, I love you to, bawaaa
Are you
kill anybody who dares to fail her
You ask me for kindness and I'll defo say her
She snapped me her eyes, guess what colour they were
So I had an album
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
you shot me
You need to spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef
You should spread love not war
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
me when you working for this money
Ain't no bawling on this budget
There's this growling in my stomach
But I love it, I ain't comfortable so I work
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
I’m the type to scuff your Vans
Trash bag rappers bring laughter and make me smile
You got an album out, nobody knew about?
That’s wild
Not Cypress
album last night and I got confused
I just have a couple of questions about your views
Why use God to justify being a bigot?
I like when you talk about
a grand woah
Time doesn't move when you hold me down
I need your love
Could you please come around
Would you fly with me
Till we touch ground
Coz I don't
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
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