Lyrics:
crazy Ima trenches baby ya ya ya
Love Me or Hate Me, Know I drive you crazy Ima trenches baby ya ya ya
Bro wanted to add it up
But when you living by
You know I want ya'll to just sit back and think for a second you know what I mean
There's a lot of haters out there hatin' on people relationships
feelings
Keep it a buck, a truckload of talent
Runnin amuck, my luck is unbalanced
Cuz one damn day imma make ya jaw drop
By the things I create from dreamin
We thuggin
357 My brother i love ya
Scream 8 11 for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready
And I heard shit you do
I don't think it's true
When you told me too
I believed in youuuu
So when I came for you
Did you want me too
You friend
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
to leave ya thoughts of a wedding ring
(I did)
Guess you didn’t feel the same
(Same)
Now I’m hangin by a fuckin string
(String)
Don’t know how long I can
in ya, you'll want that old thing back
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax and feel
What you did
of my life with you
Koseni ti o ya wa(No one will separate us)
Lola oluwa lola father mi o( By God's Grace,by my Father's Grace)
Ko so n ti o ya
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go, fu-
And don't think 'cause he's been out the picture so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
gotta go
Where you going
I don't know
Well how ya been
I'm on a roll
So where you living
I gotta go
But wait
I gotta go
But wait
I gotta go
I think
I
how you speak
How you walk, how you blink
How you talk, how you teach
How you reach, let it sink
What's ya purpose? What's ya passion?
Did it pain?
because ya done done it
Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in line or bust the ass
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
didn't feel like it was everything me
Cause, by my side of you pretending that
So, going good me say, you sent to me
Can me you meet ya
What you about me
can care less what the fuck they did to Pac
They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop
But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch
That mean you was out here
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
at times
Say what ya want
Man you gone respect my grind
Every time ya think
I'm the one that's on ya mind
You wouldn't get far
Cause baby girl too fine
Feel
shit has begun
Ya, raised by the greatest I'm wise Ya
Can't see me just open your eyes Ya got money don't look so surprised damn
I keep the same family
being over to see all I did for ya
Damn
All that shit you told me, I believed
The smile on your face the only thing I can't read
Left and now you
To a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya, it's over!
I-I think my,
go get that
Life too long, at the same time life too short
Aye aye who you do it for (Ya mama)
Huh say who you do it for(Ya daddy)
Uh aye who you do it
tryna trick off
Tryna find some love in the club
Nigga holmes is just a dub
But I can't even lie you got me mesmerized by ya talents
Moving it so
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