Lyrics:
You're so special, (you're so special)
To me
And let me tell you, you're so fine (you're so fine)
I'm gonna make you mine girl.
You're so
to stray off
Take a day off? Boy, you're way off
I just focus on this grind and know in time this shit'll pay off
Hit your stash spot on the weekend,
step
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppe's
Guess it's a G thing, whenever we swing
I'm a need Coretta Scott if I'm gonna be king
I'm a movement by
everybody to know
I stretch the show ‘cause when it’s over everybody go
Oh, ain’t no phone ringing, ain’t no one's speaking when you’re alone
Feels like
a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I'm tired, let's switch with the van for me
When I make it by
child
Norman Bates, Everclear, demonic brain in exile
Muscles, bitch, it's time I flex em
Headlines read: 'Blind man dead at Exxon'
South Park is
Baby, I've got a problem
I can't control the things I know I feel with you
And it really, really doesn't make a difference
You're already in my
Bro stop
I don't miss aimbot
It ain't gotta make sense
For me to make sense/cents of getting dollars
Run-on sentence, I need commas
Check please
Let
close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die
I want it, I'm coming to get it
So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get
that's two now
I know you're carrying the weight
I know it eats you
Who you gonna talk to?
Who you gonna talk to now?
You did your best to get away, but
long
As it’s been
You’re gonna win
It won’t be long
As it’s been
You’re gonna win
Yeah, yeah
Hold On
Don’t you let go, ever
Be strong
I know it gets
to go oh no oh no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggas gonna stop mine
Y'all niggas must be out yo mind, I don't know why
to go oh no oh no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggas gonna stop mine
Y'all niggas must be out yo mind, I don't know why
Layzie asked me, "What you gonna do? What you gonna do?"
I said, "I don't know. I'm gonna take it slow
So gimme a couple of days, and I will let you
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
gonna get brighter
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he
to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer
You're just bluffin'
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothin'
I sing fast, I know that
'Cause when it comes to work
Boy you know I put it in
Man, I know I'm gonna win
I know I'm gonna win
'Cause I'm riding with that type of
Drive that you
feel this
I'm on top and y'all under me
So when it's over if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
ends
Haffi tun it up pon weekends
Buss a toast be a real friend
Tell me weh yuh drinking cah
I know there's gonna be good times
There's gonna be good
That's Cristal, pass the cup
[Chorus 1: x2]
Boy I like what you're saying
I know it's only game but
I feel the moves you makin'
You got my body
contrary to what they said and I did
This is just to let you know
I'm gonna make (I'm gonna make)
I'm gonna make my (my)
Money (money)
I'm gonna make
know what i means,
That I have yet to meet,
That I can't wait to meet
It starts and ends with you
Barely standing
You're the only one that I sing for,
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