Lyrics:
yeah
Your bitch gon' suck me with her tongue out
They say I'll never be shit, my big accounts say how
I'm pissin' on these bitches like I'm R. Kelly
She
Yeah
Yeah
Your sugar mummy on my case like Teni
I hate the jealousy but love the envy
All eyes on me, I feel like Makavelli
You are on this wave then
day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly
finger so I'm on some anesthetics
ACE inhibitors to calm my stress, makes me really apathetic
Makes me dangerous so better run
Opps I'm clearing one by one
over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be
Rord
Kelly the bad, Kelly the bad man
Bad man
Onwero
Hmm
Wfss
Loving you
Woowoowooo
You are killing me, you are killing me
What a crazy
was a phase
Damn I'm sorry I be playin' still, damn
In life it's Seven Deadly Sins, so I pray for Redemption
Locked in like R. Kelly, but this pot is
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit
I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick
I'm not talkin' gang shit
you come around
Those beers might as well have been poured out
Why are you still showing up and bringing me down?
Why do I keep letting you get to me
Shoutout Urbantree
Shoutout to my Stoners
It's the remix
Millerz's taking over
Ro-Rob and killing peace
Gotta do that shit
Cause really I'm a shooter
have, but who really cares.
I sit here and wonder if we are sharing a different world,
And all these making emotions whirling around me swirl;
I'm in
This the grill what up get em Pace
Lets get 'em in
Girls are like little boys
I'm Michael Jackson I touch em
Guns are like flat tires to
Me I fricken'
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
your lady
I’m not trying to be somebody’s baby
I’m just taking my time to have a little fun, so…
Chorus
Can I be a flirt tonight?
Wanna play with me
our way
Way, this is our way
Okay, two more things I'm going to let you know
Firstly, my cat has eaten a second bee
Here are the words that I am going
have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin' this
Check your hygienist and your dentist
You might think I'm
to do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how
getting that green, Wu-Tang called it C.R.E.A.M.
I ride with the team, my hustle's a dream
I'm Mexican born, but a Kenyan queen (ay, ay)
Like Kipchoge,
, time is money
Are you gon spend?
Got me bent if you can't pay up by the first of the month like rent
Such a blunder, one hit wonder washed up smoking
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
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