Lyrics:
trust no one
I can't risk no love
Yeah, yeah (yeah, ah-ah)
Up the score, bruh
It's just gon' be more blood
Lil' nigga gon' need some more luck
I had
still I wonder if you're ever bored
Of keeping score and measured pours
'Cause that don't sound like fun to me
And I've heard
You're done with being
Ima be moving forward
Turn the point power forward
Turn the pain now and score one
Turn away now before and
You done get downed before em nigga
Say who
done put that fire on me a couple times
Yeah, they tried to score
I ain't gon' lie, when I run out of plans, I don't get no man
I just send a ho
her mouth, call a Uber and she out
(?) Boogie in Jacuzzi, (?) Not a doubt (ay)
Fake lips when she pout, moving Cali in the mountains
Score (?) Make
A toast to independence
Feeling like a rebel with a cause
A blackball outcast i'm settling the scores
My platform will outlast
When it's said
be ridin' with my team
If I put the work in, is you really gonna ride
If the opps up the score, my niggas gonna slide
Put the wock in the cup, I'ma
et d'en faire d'la poussière
Top score, prédiction est notée dans l'bloc-notes
J'ai un pressentiment, l'truc est taré, fils
Cours aller dire aux faux
bare må bli god
Har no unge talenter i stallen, vikke bare score sjøl så vi sentrer den ballen
Den her går ut til de som aldri endte på pallen de som
do a grime track, I'm like why, would you like that?
Would you lend me your score if things got raw like before on the floor no money up in my bank
I
she got me in my feelings
But my hittas' score points, steph Curry
Yeah, baby girl, I got you
For life, baby girl, you ain't gotta worry
You ever give
don't know the score
He'll tax you dinner money your rizzla and your draw
One thing Mike will always expect
If you step to him you better come correct
In
a den with the lions, you know they're ready to use it
I'm out loud, check that score
Take my aim, shoot once more
Boost that stock, kick down doors
Exploradores salen
Post 12 hace labores, orquestadores de los males
Esquinas son arpones, scores y señales
Chacales a prueba de fuego en duelos sensoriales
always keeping score,
And I said it and I meant it, that ain't me no more.
They seen the lights and it's seen me exciting,
But see as time goes by it is
the score coz you knows he sells me the fukin' draw
G-G-G-Goldie lookin' chain
Goldie lookin' chain
Respect to all the people who've got a bit mashed in
Uh
Money fallin', it's cloudin' my vision
Had to score with no assist, couldn't wait for assistance
I got me a mother, three brothers, a sister
to come home
You're the drug I'm looking for
Can't you see I need to score, baby
'Cause I just want to have you
So grab my hand and I show you the way
convinced
Way that I'm balling
It must been a glitch
Up the score on all my ops
Make them niggas pass the sticks
Relax
I'm just too dope she about to relapse
nan, j'ai plus l'choix
J'sors du stud' et j'ai plus d'voix, wow
Il connaît le score mais le poto, il joue
Je les préfère quand j'sens surtout leur
on fire deep in us
Going hard like the score might even up
But it won't, Too Cold long sleeving up
Why be ashamed, bruh we seen enough
He was bleeding,
Jack Deanal's headline, man it's time to score
I'm in Terran from the spot where I went out
Smoke about the situation that re-meant out
Now each man
When we slide
Damn near all your friends dead like lil uzi
Your suckas upping score what is you doing
On the gram making post how is you shooting
Just
nigga you the wrong number
If we was average they would never hate us
We gon' tie the score & they gon' celebrate us
To get where I'm at gotta work at it
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