Lyrics:
it feels like I'm on The Wire.
27 missed calls, I got a hotline.
20 voicemails, I'll check'em on my own time.
Put the phone on speaker then hop off in
she could
So give her credit
I guess I can say that it's more than whatever happened before
N I'm on the mic like I'm Jordan
Until the ending
So run it
If we’re thinkin’ bout’ the same (thing)
I wanna take you home and keep you close
Just us, no phone
Ooh …
Always got by on my own but I,
I find it
n ask if you her biggest she gone tell you bout my name lil bitch
Off the brain and I been switching all them locations
We can fix it if you pull up
slow mo
Pull up to the crib
My homies know
It's a no go zone
On my own
Did this thing by myself
Didn't need any body
Didn't need any help
Threw a coin in
lapse
And I’m tryna get a cut like high reps and low weights
Tryna get a slut that likes sex goes both ways
She got a wide neck her throats flame
What you know about taste?
What you know about me? Not a got damn thang
You just judge by what you heard but that shit be lame
Nigga fuck fame,
I was happy today and I was running into my own
And she saw the very light in me
She told me I could be a maker
But I'll probably make her fall
Street
Met her by the pool
I won't front that's a trophy though
But at least everyone appreciates the view
You trying to network while I'm building a net
gotta ask sizein'?
Don't got the same check, when I flex I remind niggas
Back up off my jewelry it'll blind niggas, I'm different
If we hoopin' she get
America likes to keep her children stupid.
They don't know how the rest of us live
She wraps them up in a blanket of ignorance waiting to catch the HIV
to blow to bits
Parkinson’s disease
This shit finna get you more stiff than that Wendy Williams bitch
Dawg, face ass looking like she got bit by a bully pit
don't chug it
I been ballin out, been makin buckets
I been makin money I don't touch it
You the type to run up yo budget
I'm the type to buy it by
graphic
I took his bitch why I felt like she was fine I
Took her ass out 5 star thats a fine dine
I told that bitch bye bye n hopped up in my ride I
Socked
was Yo best frand fucked around caught You a charge Bitch say she on timing But that energy a fraud one false move Have her singing to da Lord solid ass
the road that we took got texture
Sip wine, break bread, boy blessed up
It's hard to explain how I feel lately
Pain I feel will never be felt by my babies
in the city, the district, the region, the county, yo hoe heart
Boy these hoes smart, Einstein
Tell her beat the block if she ain't wine fine
On my
okay yo role
Gold flashing on my belt wrist and neck
Since a rookie playing vets
They tryna cage my whole team put my dogs in the vet
I'm go die by my
Rumble young man rumble dont Stumble
Come for what u want and do it Cut throat
Distractions come in sex and Sizes be humble
Even if she called my
things get weird
people disappear.
Got a kid got a wife - you best keep 'em near
cause the creatures can see you like beacons here.
See you freak when
ain't missin' your head
We gon' spin 'round the block
Got your shorty, yeah, with me
She made it poppin'
I need to quit shoppin', but nobody stoppin'
Had
She going to cry today but be ok by tomorrow
I can't keep on spinning everyday I'm feeling sorrow
Riding by myself I got no friends so I'm solo
You
change what was issued
The love that she looking's for, one that this world can't give her
Rock on mama you're precious, nothing changed but life
Bang them
gonna slide
Baby hold the gat, put that shit by your side
I'm on one, so lil bitch don't kill the vibe
We smoke strong, got me floatin' in the sky
And
I
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