Lyrics:
heart and follow your dreams
If I was the first to do it i'd step back and then step forward
Give respect and pay homage to those who went before us
See
If you had the feelin'
That I'd be back again
And I've been out there dealin'
I thought it'd never end
And you know what you're missin'
And I
Make it all back in one loop, give me the loot
Never mind, I got the juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck, look at my jet
Ain't got
make a ho get sentimental
I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dose, hold it from the killer dose
Cookin'
Boy you better back that chat
When you see me don't ask
Why i act like that
Take my kindness for a weakness
Want to see the darkness
Try me and you
she say she nuh want tongue
Nobody can judge you if you give you man bun
'Cause a your pussy hole
Gyal a say she wah dweet
And make a erotic movie
dealers do
And if it just so happen that you hear some cappin'
And your partners let it rain, you a killer too
You know, guilty by association
Flow
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
them little legs get long enough to reach the gas
Once you put her on the floor one time there ain't no turning back"
Every Saturday, he'd take me
that down, tone that judge, don't make me hit you with this gavel
Sexy bitch from Arizona said her uncle is cartel
I love hittin' her from the back
girl in my world, swim with the sharks I'm killing that
Ass fat got the panties on her like banana peels Imma peel it back
Nicotine no more I stopped
show dat
never one to kiss and tell
my side hoes
know that
happy for the ride
so they'd
never unfold that
I been doing fine
sideline
can't hold back
a land so profound
Where music surrounds
Never seen something like this once in your life
Where a man goes back
To a world filled with strife
Where his
your cookie
Got that sticky icky buss so quickly extra gushy
She couldn't wait unzipped my pants I still got on my hoody
She said this your pussy
When we
it to me baby
I can tell you want to
Uh, wouldn't you know it
Look who we got in control
Money you thinkin' bout healin' your pockets
Need
on your relations this is d block
And everybody is wit' it get it how you live or either live how you get it
[Chorus]
by the sea
Where's your heart, where's your head at
Where's your heart, where's your head at
Where's your heart, where's your head at
Where's your
back and I’m better
Bringing all the chills so you better grab a sweater
Yeah, you don’t want me how I want you
And I got issues so I can’t fix you
eatin' if my dreams die
So quit leechin', jump up off my D, buckle your seats I
Give 'em the two fingers and I ain't talkin' about no peace sign
I'm
Shout out Bluu
Sometimes it just feels like I fighting my shadows
We back in this bitch, after a short hiatus
And it’s always a losing battle
Hey
to say
Talkin bout a snake in the grass
Til they get mad they won't say shit to your face
Comin around everyday
Makin it seem like they got something
your friend
Gotta get that bag, gotta feed my kin
Lord forgive me for my sin
Got the drop on his spot, yea I got the pin
By the door with a AK, let me in
the judge, 'til they wanna drop the case
Back to back, rollin' up, Cookies to the face
Back to back, kickin' doors, tryna get up in a Wraith, bitch!
I
(Huh?)
My name is Young Gucci, but I am not Gucci mane
I got 30 thousand racks, I forgot my exes names
Told me to go by house, I'd Rather go and buy
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