Lyrics:
sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
you to get there
Holy shit when I’m at my
Thing, standing on a mattress
I’m flapping it
You know that I’m bouncing up and down
Shit, do you know what’s
yeah she on the wood (she be on it)
Got her courtside on the big screen
And I ain't in the Coupe, I'm in the big thing
Ain't nothing like yours, she
skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if I think your going do me, I
need a sign"
Show me how to do it when ain't nothin' working
I just hope that I don't shoot if we meet up in person
Now they ask my feature price,
to the bed, do it on the way
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody
Rappin' 'bout things that you know we can't afford?"
Ah, it's Big Mike
The one to shed the light on a rappers insecurity
I ain't like you, I need
night, Aye
Fuck a dope dick bitch I'm gonna get it up
Don't call me your boy if you didn't vote for Donald Trump
I'm buildin brand new bikes I just got em
don't you leave Sweetpea alone.
Keep quiet! If it wasn't for my singing you'd have to close this joint.
Has one of you seen Joe, my Joe?
For I have
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
they're the only thing that matters
And that's your mother, that your family, that's love
It ain't what they say it is
But when saving it before saying shit
lived it by the way
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to your momma's momma house
Where everybody stay, where everybody sleep
Leave
find one it might be your last chance
You ain't never going hold down a black man
You need to choose me, get this money you can have me
Ride in my
a letter to your ma, that's word to your mother
Too Stella, I'm a star
When at least in the gutter
Yo, Dagnarm
I'm still the same twisted fucker
To run
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
hearing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up
you're feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life (oh)
And you don't want
with me)
She ask me if I got time for it
She ride the dick like it’s Tom Ford, like it’s time for it
(Why are you pressing me for change baby)
She asked
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things
And girl
I know it’s been a while
I broke your heart in piles
And that just ain’t my style
I wanna see you
Girl
I know it’s been a while
I broke your
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