Lyrics:
boots and all your charms
I'm not the fellow
To protect you or to keep you from all your harm
And I don't know which is worse
To wake up and see
Three, then comes the four to the five, to the six
Self-explanatory, I ain't gotta say I'm rich
Yes, single man, I ain't tryna get hitched
Liquor wasted
Yes
It's me again
And I'm back
Hoo (creep)
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Yeah (creep)
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Yeah (creep)
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, ah
blackout
Oh
And he sent me a picture, and he's white as can be
And I'm like, I can't, I, I just can't
It's not my fault, okay
So I just didn't answer
how I'm gonna be a breadwinner
But I'm not ok
Cause Rome wasn't built in a day
It was built by slaves
Pierce my skin
Drain the blood
Pull my strings
What's understood don't need to be explained
Ridin riding real fast when I'm in the hood oh oh
Riding riding real fast when I'm in the hood oh
I got
down
No 'cause I am already here, oh no!
This world can turn me down
But I won't turn away
And I won't duck and run
'Cause I'm not built that way
FOOLISH IN LOVE
Hello
Mi ni otawor
Ok33r mi ak3mi ak3shi otawor mi
Hew)) maaba ni ostwaa mi loloolo
You know minwor minwor
I’ll call you later,
screen and all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've
Everyone's faces are obscure shapes
This shit of a suburb is not to my taste
I'm sick of the car chases
And the sirens and 3am
I hate to sound up
goodness knows,
Oh, honey! suckle rose!
When you're passin' by,
Flowers droop and sigh
And I know the reason why,
You're my sweety, goodness
No more fake conversations
Can't let it fly
Too much small talk
Get lost man, I'm
Not that guy
No more fake conversations
Can't let it fly
Too much
to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I'm still with the go-getters and the gorillas
nntumi nka m’anim no wo y3 bitch(bitch ass nigga)
I be doing overtime I’m tryna get rich
Been flying across the world, lifestyle this is it, oh no
Yeah
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
music is my friend so im never gonna feel alone
look at me
two times 2 2 and 3
smoking all this weed
yeah i gotta go and sip this lean
working so hard man
this bitch with a cooling fan
All the bitches know my name, I'm a real good time
Off the molly like Sublime, I can not lie
I had six pints, two guns
you want
She loves me for me
Not the money, not the star that I'm gon' be
On my way to the top
She sees what I see
You're so rare, I'll choose u three
not no normal shit
But I'm tryin',
As long as you stay by my side,
I'm not perfect, just keep it real and never lie,
And you'll see it was all worth it,
Is she ready to know my frustration?
What she slippin' inside, slow castration
I'm a riddle so strong, you can't break me
Did she come here
it's real
Smooth as Sinatra
You can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See I recruit smart
you do
Three, four, let me show you the door
You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me
Five, six, take your last licks
Seven, eight, I'm
I-I-I don't know what started me on this clocking
They-They don't know how hard I go until I drop this
Watching, talking 'bout ReTread, I'm a hot topic
sit
Loosing the day
cs if I'm a creature
I want to pray
Do I feature?
Verse 3
You do not belittle us Lord
You make a special place
Like a shoe that
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