Lyrics:
That's the plan
To fuck ya mans
I know he play games
Cuz we play PlayStation
And I know you heard me say this
Once or twice
Fuck you by surprise
Cum in
cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like
& you're
gonna play that nice, nice music you were telling me about; & while you're
doing that, I'll be sitting in the back of the. We'll have such a good
louder
I be outer space, when Damnitdonni plays
That raw shit will have you packin' up some cones for, days
OGs will not fade
If I have a say so
Rhymes
girl, I gotta look after me
In between the sheets with all of these nasty freaks
But even I don't feel bad for me
Even though you're nasty, babe
I'm gonna
Ima smoker
High for closure
Please don’t play with me
Everytime I leave you beg please stay with me
Wondering if I’m gonna listen
Pot to piss in
I ain’t
must maintain
After all these years isn't it strange
That to remain sane I gotta make a change
I'm leavin my way
And you can't come out to play
Don't you
bumper-to-bumper until your arse hurts, all to get your car searched
And if your alcohol you're stressing 'cause you need it bad
Stashing bottles of vodka up in
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that,
the grace of God
I just pray I hear well done
Not cooked well done in lakes of fire
To my Mama
Know I'm lucky to have grown to watch you grow
You showed me
got some skills, I mean
If you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't
(I got skins. I got skins.)
You're over. So Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this
aint come in with my shorty
Leeko made the call so you know I'm down to ride
He said it's drama time so keep a pistol by my side
Might have a pistol
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
gonna do is really just make me|Try to prove you wrong, try if I must|Sing a little song, leave you in the dust|We coulda been in harmony|But you're just
of the rain
The metaphorical game that’s he’s
Spitting just to
Be sitting in the wrong lane
Just to be run over by
A goddamn semi Mack truck
But you don’t have
days
That Philistine lacks self-esteem
He gonna have to learn today
Not much I can do for you
If you're choosing misery
All that toxic I can stop it
to do
Say what's on my mind
Yeah what's on my mind, singin'
If you wanna have it your way
Yeah you gotta do things my way
If you really wanna have
tetanus
I know you heard the rumors ill get you in the room
Ill be hard as iron man and had the rob down my jr
Strap with the suit if you know what I mean
Three: Don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'
And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him
I got new rules, I
ain't no back turning if you have your pants down
Pockets full of bands now so much that I can't count whistling
When I pull up all my ops they tighter
lie to me baby
But yet and still you tried
Would rather that you never got in the car
If you knew that you wasn't gonna ride
Or be by my side, them
DOORS WOULD BE LOCKED…YOU
GOTTA GO TO THE BLUE DOORS IN THE BACK OF THE…OH MY GOD!
CARLY IS INTERUPTED BY HER NOTICE OF FREDDIE WITH A
HUGE
gonna touch me now
Gonna rock your town if anybody could
Drive a big limousine down to Hollywood
Even bought a nice home in your neighborhood
But we have
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