Lyrics:
I mean by it
You should re-try it
I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
And I dont even like it
Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes
I wish I
the dirt and the mud
Yeah
You know only God can judge
Only god can judge
I'm holding a grudge
So pass me the gloves
Got a mop and a sponge
I'm moppin up
parents
To open your Christmas presents
You mustn't need your presence
Stuck in a boring mass
To kiss the priest's horny ass
It's simple for me to assess
parents
To open Christmas presents
You mustn't need your presence
Stuck in a boring mass
To kiss the priest's horny ass
It's simple for me to assess
I feel like I had to do it
You gotta go get a bag and whatever you do put the bag into it
You catchin bodies but ain't gettin money yo OG a bad
that I really want to read aloud
What you too 'turnt? You should really bring the meter down
Honey got a bush I aint really tryna beat around Get it
to make it
Everyday like whatever I want, beating on my chest like King Kong
Trust your enemy more than your brother (more than your dog) (play you)
Cause
Turtles love pizza
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of, you got it girl
This song remind me of Cat from Philly, a girl I used to love
they want truth then refuse the message
Saved by grace but it starts with acceptance
God says there's a time to cry and a time for laughing
There's
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
you see on the screen
But then thinking you can recast it to keep who you need
Keep it cool, shit is cool, you don't need me to leave
Word to God
of the lights?
You just wanna get high?
You just tryna survive?
Or you just watch it go by?
Fuck you want outta life?
What the fuck you want outta life hahn?
somebody else is telling you to do it
Thatu0027s all Iu0027m really trying to figure out
I mean I got a do me
I be spitting that propane
I hope yu0027all
you got the chance
To get up and dance
Then get up and Seasaigí
If you want the chance
To travel to France
Then get up and Seasaigí
If you want
At least this rain is washing me instead of causing burns
But still I'm feeling down and out there's nothing left to give
It's only by the grace of God I
So we finally here
Y'all acting like y'all been waiting or something
If you was it was worth it
Look, last year I planted seeds and got focus
This
the situation you were prior. Nothing is changing here other
than you know whatever you though was going to save you here or there or this or that, it really
backing down I swear to God that's not an option
Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch
day to days
While chained by a shackle
It was a battle
Y'all take mass L's
Crying like a baby
Shaking on their rattle
It was a battle
Get back
dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, nigga, God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime,
they be lying
Why fly out a girl if you don't want to pay for pussy
If it ain't business or for a relationship why are you friends with them
Why call
it trill
You stay down there with me, you gon' get what's due to you
Whatever you need daddy got you, holla at ya kinfolk
Holla at me any time you
want out of life
Whatever you feel is rightfully yours, go out and take it
Even if that means blood and death
You know, that's what I was raised up on,
a real life
Lil' shorty got hit with a real pipe
Now she don't want you, it don't feel right
I'm thanking God, 'cause I'm double blessed
I'm in
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