Lyrics:
rip
Getting frightened by a light-skin
I guess I've got
Let's Go
Linguistic Kick when I'm in this trick
My words will break ya
Suspiciousness ya feel
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
get high
Pass the spita rilla (spita rilla)
When I smoke by the ounce
Niggas say I’m lucky
When I smoke by the pound
Bitches wanna fuck me
See I just
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
When you let this tricks get the best of you
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm through with you)
Boy, pack ya bags
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
stomach is shot
it's all in your head
Least that's what I thought
And I'll still be able
Till I scream and shout
I gotta get out
Of Vancouver
Montreal just
It's been a while since I been keeping my guards held up high,
Marked by a line in the snow of Boston winter
Long premises, false promises have
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
Zagadat
Whoa yeah yeah
Now we chilling in the Uber
Driving round town to Vancouver
Know say the money get plural plural
Know we all trynna get
in the Winter Grey
Feeling like I lost the War
I'm walking in the wind and sleet
I'm looking for a place to hide away
c voice is calling out for me,
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
cold out here but I'm getting by
Laying in a bed of anxiety
Whisper in my ear all the things I need
But I know your games no, you're not fooling me
Dirty
it in the spring?
But I think that's been talked of a lot so I'll move onto other things
I could live in vancouver
But that's near Australia
I could
fa so lo ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
be in good company
I'm gonna be
Trick or treatin'
I'm gonna be
Gonna be eatin'
Everything that's bad for me
And I'll be in good company
All my
living and I'm never giving in
I got life by the throat, and this suckers givin in
I hear the lies your tellin, as if I'm gonna give
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