Lyrics:
girl you can't survive like this
Take it one step further
Freakum dress out my closet
'Yonce fillin' out this skirt
I look damn good I ain't lost
special
And we had something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you
hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
(Here I lay)
Man, it feels good to be home
Meet Grady, a 29-year-old
that double R with my AR, all by myself (it's Dolph)
Damn Dolph, you smashed his bitch then smoked his homeboy (fuck 'em)
Had to look in the mirror
and Will
I call it, doin my talkin on the field
At first niggas was tuff, they don't wanna be gangsta's now
Traces of my flow, yea they copy and paste my
I'm yours"
And if you feel anything like I feel
By the end of the night, I'm certain you'll be screaming for more
I wanna do anything and everything
work for the man in my universe
Wonder what it feel like, to take flight
Momma told me everything gon' be alright
I mean my life can't be off right
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em
Feelin like it's my fault, judge throw tha book at em
His momma call me son, his sista call
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
the years
That we spent in luxuries lap
Without looking back
Cause memories could sting like hornet
Damn it felt good to see people up on it
Come get your
stop, let's rock, let's work
Make you feel good too, now work
Don't stop, I see you, let's work
It's the Dirt Money
Uh, how fly is he?
Your baby
on Instagram, damn it's a lot of dough
Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib
Niggas'll get you for your skriller, anybody killer
Got these niggas that be
Now Ludacris out the gate and
Damn it it's hunting season
When you shot remember everything
Happens for a reason
And you never hit it right: that's
Why
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
got nothing good to say, then don't say nothing
'Cause if I really start talking, it'll be something
So you cheated, I cheated, so be it
We need
good
Like the moon is shining just for me
Tonight I'm flyest I can be
Dont you try to bring me down though
It's not like you could
I feel too damn good
, I'll still be a player
Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
walk in the room
A smile worthless unless you mean it to
You can take whatever you need
You can leave whenever need be
Be good boy, don't fall,
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Yeah
Dipset (yeah)
Fuck with ya boy (yeah)
It's Santana (yeah)
Yeah man
I'm back at it
C'mon
Uh, gangstas, niggas, and bitches
I'm back
wanna know baby, if what we had was good?
How come you don't call me anymore? Oh, ayy
Uh, uh, you know what?
Sometimes it feels like I'm gonna die
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