Lyrics:
obsessed
But, baby, if you're getting upset
I bet you just haven't met
My-my-my-my best friend's ex
Hope he gets run over by that BMW
To stop him
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
She said I'm the one I said no we the 2
Skip 2 three
Started whining on me
I'm trynna take it down we could go 2 Cali and try some strands
Or we
treating me
I just wanna be happy
I wanna stop my suffering
I guess I'll just get through this
Five drinks, two lines when I wake up
Three times call it
It was a Monday, and it started off with a bang
She start the conversation over how was your weekend
I did this that and the other with my friend
step, four
I love you forever more
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Keeping the old but making new friends
One, two, three and four
I'll love you
Brought her best friend in, got two bitches all on me
Then get back to the Backwoods stuffed with plenty of OG
Been in this shit and I've been an OG
All
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm wit my niggas ridin' round
Tryna catch ya niggas lackin'
Leave ya body on the ground
Momma told me
my heart
We count 1-2-3 I will guarantee,
When you are sixty-three
We share one house key, one big family
You will never be lonely
We count
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
just stopped and let off three shots
Two hit him and one hit a cop
I threw the gun down and began to shout
"Come on, I got him, it's time to break
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
drunk and alone
Two: Don't let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'
off a tailgate flipping
Love the little hotties, dancing like they're on a mission
It's a soundtrack to a six pack
One, two, three, four, five, six
headback all spread at 2AM
Papa Smurf dead at 2AM wee man dead at 2AM
Beetle juice dead at 2AM
One of my likkle brother friend
Dem dead at 2AM
Beg off Grim?
the world)
I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas
Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same
(I'm screamin' fuck the world)
One for the money
Two
a dream they was 'tent, they was chalkin' it up
Next day, I see BH borin' it up
I'm still top two when it comes to puttin' in dirty work
Done more than
my friends we could go crazy
After that I'll probably leave you by yo lone bae
It ain't no shame
Yeah I said that you a trophy, but shit I got five
loved ones
Shout out to my friends and my loved ones
Verse 2:
Growing up i never knew what rap is
And i can't explain how i got all my tactics
Probably
believe that I'm a female
Whether or not you like me
Three friends say hey dude
Two friends say hey you
One friend is my best of all
One friend, one friend
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
want to fuck her friends
See you baby before I lend it to you baby
I don't call, when I call give it to me baby
Three or four way, I'mma sin for my
'em 1,2,3
One, it was larvae 1,2,3
And one, it had fallen 1,2,3
But his friend dragged him home 1,2,3
Trillium seeds have Elaiosomes
Say it with me
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