Lyrics:
statement
Or maybe she loves him and is trying to be patient
He'll never run out of excuses for his continued assault
He'll rationalize his abuse and how it's
matter how right I am, in court I can't object
Dear Diary, how could she deny me?
How she go to bed without her fucking with her psyche?
Is she wrong
and then gets plugged up
Hi, my anus
My anus
My anus is occasionally reamed out
Hi, my anus who?
My anus what?
My anus really needs to be filled up
to make it out
Niggas only talking they only want to get clout
Speaking on my name you going get Surrounded by some crowd
Telling little shorty what she
used to dance all night long
She swore it was her favorite song
But now I guess, Joe's girl Jess is the star of the floor
And the tourists backed this
a tool kit
Screaming out the window, "What the eff is that, a Pewjit
You mean Peugeot? "Either way, move, Joe
You ain't got enough juice, chuck deuce, too
For all my mans that died, with grams at they side
Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he tried
Ballers who never made it out the hood
Cats who owed,
Metal made
Can't forget that pain
Can't feel a thing
I'm a rock out, guitar
Jackson finna ball like, Lamar
Have any vision and they going far
They like
to clear out, but the bushman who was really Joe Byrne suddenly straightened
up and pulled out a revolver. I am a Kelly, he said.
At the front
you want to bring
Hey! I thought you were running things
All you did was run the screens
Must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
M16 with a motherfucking beam on it
Shawty wanna ride but I know she gon' scream on it, Yeah Yeah
Shawty going crazy she be feining for it, Yeah Yeah
me address all these rumors so they don't leave out the house
I mean it started with Clue, that's when the bullshit begun
I was the best in my city,
no hoe
cause she’ll tell a lie
This is trap shit not a lull-by
if we catch him make a nigga die
Flooded my AP I flooded my wrist
taking my shot
Mm--"Is she really going out with him?
"Well, there she is, Let's ask her"
"Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Mm-hm"
"Gee, it must be
on beats like my last name was Jackson
I'm turning up in the spot w a bad bitch
And she kinda mean kinda boujee & ratchet
Could Call her a savage man
cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep purple in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep purple in my
Uh, going all out puttin' all my bank in
Get a raw paper
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
god got him fuck you guys/
I was taught by my O/ to only keep her if she wholesome/ we toast to the victories
we really feeling chosen/ I stayed
With the gat, by the dot sight where the switchy at
In the lac, pitch black and the rims is matted
I did a background check on the opps, they not really
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
crease
Yeah my engine hit you kickback
We been going different speeds
Not your average Joe
I know that might be how it seems
You can't roll with none of my
, spazzin' out)
Memphis niggas known for crashin' out (crashin' out, crashin' out, crashin' out, crashin' out)
I heard you going broke, so you assed out
with some mad ass skill
Micheal Jackson on these bitches man I got no chill
Stun em with a stunner like I was Steve Austin
Even Fat Joe dm me I am
rap if I ain't shitin'
Why would chick keep lookin' at me
When it's clear to see that she came with him
Shoot for the starts and I aim to win
Smokin'
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