Lyrics:
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
You know pretty often I just take a late night drive all alone by myself, clear my mind a little bit
And very often I find myself in neighborhoods
DJ Noodles! Mr 305 checking in!
Doing what I do best (Ha Ha Ha)
You know what that is, right?
Jumping on the track and letting the world
Know what it
the line of Mrs. Clauses
I've sat here
And wondered what you want from me
But you sit by yourself
On the couch in the den
And you watch "Miracle on 34th
thousand eyes
One thousand eyes
Protected by the most high
Thankful I'm alive
I had to switch it up
Nah I cant be moving basic
I got tired of showing love
away
Used to be a bench warmer
Now I'm known for touching plays
Swiper no swiping
Hit the store and then I snuck away
Swear the gift that I got
Ain't
the deal (Yeah, what the, what the deal?)
When you calling me (Yeah, callin')
Said man, can't hold me (Can't hold me)
Lie to me all the time like you used
It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in
I aint no simp
So, Becca, you can save it
Don't call me Mr. Means, I regret I even made it. I'm unbothered
By the unrepost
I built you up inside my
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish
rid of this fever
I'm like a hundred and fifity degrees
sixteen's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
A nigga need a infinite instrumental
this old heart that never mattered to you
Cause I'll never amount to nothing
Never am I gonna be fixed
Mr. Ain't never gonna be shit
Call me Pity
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
used to cry to the lord
How a young black sister get it so hard
Two babies to raise all by myself, help wanted
I see the tank comin through so I
me
Racks the same colour my teeth (Blues Clues)
I signed a deal with the plug, he send a box every week
Used to get paid off a scale, now all I need
Life had done did me so dirty
I'm thinking that it could be hazing
Over again and again and it wasn't just a single occasion
Used to be broke
I used to campaign, sold D in the rain
Came Mother's Day, gave chickens away
Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under
Shit be like a jungle
'Bide by you heart
The boys think that I'm too guarded
Think I'm too hard
Just 'cause I cry in my room, don't
Mean I don't cry at all
Either
you've been through
I definitely used to be mad too
I know I'm not Mr. BlueSky
But I could be Mr. Brightside
Everyone needs to stop trying to help
They
dollars really could be
Buy you that Lincoln MKX
You used to geek about
Now I'm geeking out thinking
Damn the brewhouse
Had me spool out an album
Before my
told the other girls i used to date
Don't even holla
Cos if my Mrs gets to know
I will be surely slaughtered
Take anything you want from me
I am not even
to put the pen to with you by my side theirs nothing that I can't do
I told the other girls I used to date don't even holler
Cause if my Mrs gets to know
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