Lyrics:
A.B.1.2.
Twenty four and counting
All she wanna do is feel good, yeah
Yeah
[She just wanna feel good]
All she wanna do is feel good
Showin off her
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Something real, something you could feel (that's right)
Straight from
shit this world real cold[00:57.98]Hermes mink yea I need me a coat( it's chilly)[00:59.43]I promised myself better so how can I fold ( I can't
and guns for Instagram that shit there don’t make you a real nigga you can buy all the guns in the world that shit don’t mean you’ll kill nigga you been in
and froze in the face of disaster
And stood silent while terrorization took hostage of the world
In a mire of hypocrisy, the UN ignored sex crimes by its
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
gettin' by
Shit I want it all, even if I don't get it at least I can say I tried
My own friends turned to dope fiends and it shows
Ask me for 20 dollars
Murder:
It's a small motherfuckin' world
It's big enough to get lost and get tossed
Cause everybody want to be the boss
And watch that young
there's nothin' to gain by assumin'
I'ma say the definition of my name- the truest
I shocked 'em like real bullets in prop guns
Creep with baddies in
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
Shit's just to real, respect my mind
I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this
Verse 1:
Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n
I'm snatching your girl
She calls me Mr drummond - cause
Diff'rent Strokes rule the world i got a
Thirst for knowledge and a appetite for drama
Why yes, fuck you, too
What up, world?
You know when I said the diamonds was on prom day
That meant they was dancin' under the dawg like
In New
live a life of crime
Or you gonna stay on the porch and do good by your people
But your destination is solely up to you
Damnnn
I've been running out
of college
Getting that real world knowledge
I'm just a player in the game
I'm just a player who plays to win ok
I been dawg won't change
I just want a ring
a born author
A born starter, in the game for real
And the games appeal to the
Struggling youth with no father
You can't learn if mistakes ain't made
You
No need for acting just leave for clapping
Talking down on me
But real is what you get
My momma telling me
Ima be a star baby
Jordan twenty three
My
hustlers play
(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
It's rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit
many girls, what you call that?
Got 'em all in line, they fiendin', yeah
Yeah, I got too many type of girls, yeah
I'm from a whole different world
having friends feels weird
Locked down by myself for twenty-hours
Going crazy, taking cold showers
In the dark, I found star power
Years later, now
Either way, I'm doing just amazing
What's the deal with these people that feel like
It's real fucking cool to just ignore what's in the real world?
I don't
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