Lyrics:
All my life I've been carried by grace
Don't ask me how 'cause I can't explain
It's nothing short of a miracle I'm here
I've got some blessings
stupid ass killed
Im too rich for you baby, mybe cuz you too lazy
& I'm too lit for you baby I go by FNN TBABY
I mix that drank wit that 4 & the gang be
Ded prezzies out here bleeding
Grinding all night
Gettin rich while you sleeping
1 2 3
H O P
4 5 6
Fuckin on yo bitch
7 8 9
For the bullshit ain't got
insists on a 10-36
This here's what you give 'im:
"Four, good buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger it's the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring
Say you want it all well I'm on go
Gps is 5 but I'll be there in 4
Make love on the bed clothes all on the floor
Hold it down for me when you mad
Es geht eins für die Texte, zwei für den fetten Sound
Drei für die Produzenten, die die miesen Bretter bauen
Ich hörte Sido und Savas, Samy, Bushido
cool, can’t keep the tool
He can’t somebody cause the jakes saw me
All my little niggas get it done for me
(one fiddy) if I got it with me
Then I
can stay out all night or go back to mine
I don't care when you're by my side
We can get high or drunk
And do something dumb
The night's young but this
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
be so cool)
Let it all hang out
(Don't be so cool)
It's not what it's really about
Get back
I don't wanna hear it
I'm gone
I don't wanna hear
off women but thats none of my
Business cool I don't say nothing all of these bitches be fronting most of these niggas be stunting so they
Bitches
keys I cooked up
Now all my niggaz, makin' major figgaz.
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin' a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to death
Said its 4am i been thinking by my lonely
I been thinking by my lonely
4am i been thinking by my lonely
I been thinking by my lonely
4am i been
and still
Cool and still and it was cool
Slept all night in a Cedar grove
I was born to ramble, born to rove
Some men are searchin' for the Holy Grail
But
Pimpin' four hoes then I'm back in four vogues
Aye
Four fours, nigga still tippin'
Put the cup down but I'm still sippin
When she get in her feelings I
and all these bitches bout to follow
Got connects I'm cool with the narcos
Wasn't really with me and that shit showed
Guess I should have knew that from
'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't
I'm not gay but if I was I would spray
My cum all over Kevin Hart cause he's the only celebrity shorter then me
Five foot four
Can barely reach
parlay, say all we do is parlay
Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and cargos; them racks I got carloads
My flow
near lost it all by twenty-four, 2020 Vision
(Damn near lost it all by twenty-four) 2020 Vision
(Now I'm back for good I want it all) 2020
It's cool
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
he on tip-top?
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin'
this bull
Imma keep it cool coz im cool
Im tht dude i ain't cruel
It happens by fate b4 it's too late
Tellin me crap emotions control
Ball in ur court nd
I'm outta time and
All I got is four minutes (freaky, freaky), four minutes aye
I'm outta time and
All I got is four minutes (freaky, freaky), four
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