Lyrics:
Hello, what's wrong?
Ah nothing, no, it's stupid
You wouldn't really-
Nah you're good man, go ahead
It's just that, Blue-eyed people get all
Little red ridin' hood,
even bad wolves can be good
I'm gonna keep you satisfied,
just walk on by my side
And before we get to Grandma's place,
you aught
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
post malone
I was walking by
I was, I was walking by
But when
I saw You in that red dress
Truly mesmerised
My heart thumping hard in my chest
Words can’t
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
Talk that shit but I back it up
I bang out hits now batter's up
I can bang any chick that's bad as fuck
My eyes stay red like a plastic cup
Feeling like
attempting arithmetic
I'm indifferent to the method in which it gets my shit soft
I'm pissed off cause my dick is stiffer than a receptionist at a dentist
Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you
hear me make a move to leave the room, then
that's the signal.
R1:Now that we have
rollers, keep it moving
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh
the Elite is pleased
(Thugs) you used me, I used you
In order to make my message heard
By as many as possible
Now I can do without you
I have a fanbase that
I'ma get that worm now
Tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it
Saliva
that is scripted
And I can keep trying or get off the competition
I'd rather run out of my fifteen minutes
Than have life pass me by and I forget
a note at the tone
Runnin', runnin' through a red light
No fucks givin', G rollin' up pack
Said he had a premonition, now we both have loss of vision
it and thank Him
Yessir might not win a Grammy
Or get another Stellar
But I get rewards from my
Lord there ain't nothing better
I may not chart again,
recession
We'll all have jobs when american numbers are lessened
Blessings are said, so no one will get hurt
Yo - I need a shield, but it's not for the desert
out with me, let's get berserk
If I leave Kearney now, I'm in Omaha by two
Spontaneous, yes, but it's how I do
This might be Nebraska, but we're far
up with your health, cuh
It's all in your head
So get out of that space
Supposed to be backstage
Rehearsing 'em lines
You passing the time, a'ight
But
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
home and tell her bye-bye, bitch, it's dame time
If you keep talking all, that fucking rara, get you bang now
Why, you trying to leave me, thought it was
know it, oh yea
I'm still thugin my hashtag
So fly my chick bad
Holiday with that red rag and I put in
Work like gym class
So fresh need toe tag
Shorty
you know I'm all in
I leave everything on red, I feel like a target
I'm just getting started
Get into it, they don't wanna see me do it, no, no
Step
on the ground
(I'll kill me a muthafucka)
Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping
(I'll kill me a muthafucka)
I told you, don't fuck
the dream
They tryna me with a play
I'm tryna push the ceiling
So my mom could get that feeling
It was back in may 19
When she saw baby graduate
I don't even
You seem to occupy his time
I bet by now
You know about me
And you know about me
Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it you? (Is it you?)
Tell me who
Who's
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