Lyrics:
In the sun now, but catching long shadows,
You might have to go soon, cause it's low-noon time
Ojisan walking by, he says "nihongo jouzu.
Ore yori
couldn't let it go, I had to cut the seams
Its funny how you make a show of things
These were things he was showing me
And by a show of hands could
Y'all let
gross because she had come home from, you know, shooting porn and he didn't want to kiss her.
Now the thing is, um, So it doesn't matter how well you
inspired by this illusion
I brace for the hit fed by a bully with a badge and he made me shit
I seen money all of my life and know the ways to get it
Paid
to find, brings a smile to my face
Shake off all your troubles, they roll right off your back
Just like an old stray dog when he's caught in the rain
ass,
Tattoo of a dog, sorta like the pussycat?
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, ATL Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Miami Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, Tat-Tat He
and chasing some money and doing it just for some fans
My God he sent me to pray for the wicked I'm not doin it for no bands
Imma just blow up and show you what
off it (woo), hot dog on it (woo)
White Rolls boys, does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo)
Porsche 918 (woo), frog eyes on it (woo)
Pay all
wit me
So is Satan, and he's always playing devil's advocate
Til he murders God and he never comin back again
Bad news, you the worst person to hear it
again
And he waves at me
And through the wonder of it all, put on Neil Young at Massey Hall ’72 or 3
Yeah and it’s dark when I get home, and I feel
time, and I been hurt, I been beaten, I been needin', I been grievin', yeah
Yeah, just runnin' up, nigga, don't make a fit about it, nah
I can't cuff you
the bowl, and BWalker the shit again
These niggas be mad cause BWalker he up again
How you claim City Boys, but you hang with some shitty men
(Get out my
rooms
Planning out his thoughts
He's waiting for just the right
One by one as they
Walk right through the door, they
Keep on coming back I
Guess
dance around
I get my money longer than the town
678910 feet deep he keep on talking digging up the ground
I used to toke it smoke it by the pound
She
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
She's really had enough
She's given in so much
This time it's different once again
All the things he said
Running through her head
It's alright if
went wrong
I gotta smile just to keep from crying
To say I'm happy dog, I'd be lying
Momma didn't say it would be days like
Daddy he showed me that y'all
a dog cuz it like to growl yea
She touching my body just like she a fouler, only here late at night yea im like jimmy fallon
Nigga ran up he the one that
of June
And it's country music in the park
And everybody's ruined
It's fountains full of dogs and kids
And it's freaky apple pie
It's the ones just
on my dick it turned my into a savage
All that fake ass shit y'all niggas aint poppin
Just because he from the street
That don't make him real
Looking in
Here he comes
Mother's Pride
With the first ever satchel she bought him swinging by his side
Here he comes Mother's Pride
With a headful
'til bad news showed up to sit me down
Like what the fuck you doin', you think it's been somethin' proven?
Pain is never seein' ya dog again
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