Lyrics:
you're gonna go and ride out
But nobody, but nobody goes to my house
If you want me, gotta show me what you're about
Do you hear the words that's leaving
Ima smoker
High for closure
Please don’t play with me
Everytime I leave you beg please stay with me
Wondering if I’m gonna listen
Pot to piss in
I ain’t
and the pans
You're wearing hoochie daddy shorts
I wear the pants
Never needed the advance
And the HBCU still funded by the man
And I hate to see you go in
go on a search
Ain't gonna find it in love, ain't gonna find it in church
What you find behind your eyes; it's where you gotta look first
Check it out,
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
paradise
And it's not, make-believe!
I'm so glad to have an other member of the band
You're one of us now
So let me take you by the hand!
But what is
my son, and I'm about to Spank your ass Worry bout your bag Or play the flute pick a task
You riding all that dick you're gonna Have to stop for gas
Six grams on a Wednesday night
If you come to me we gonna get this right
You gotta come correct, drop the fake respect
You don't know me, and I wont
gonna ask to play twice. Can you play that circus hit back to back. I'm doing no more features man ”
Good luck catching me by myself
I stay with my
play by the rules
Honey gotta keep my eye on you
I’m not gonna lie to you
Probably shouldnt waste my time on you
But get up
Ou na na na na na
Stay up
Ou
Breathe the summer air, you'll have a heart attack
You're in the wasteland, you're in the wasteland
You're in the wasteland, you're in the wasteland
You
now
I had good run anyhow
I'll have so much time now I've stopped
Dishes will be cleaned, floors will be mopped
I got left stranded by the mirage
Gonna
you really gonna wear that? Do you really think you're that misunderstood?
Do you believe in fate? Do you need someone to look under the hood?
Is
man
I can't be up under no man
I gotta keep on running up bands
How you gonna jump in front of your mans?
I'll be damned
Finger my bitch, I ain't
pot
Well theirs, too. And I say this with love, boo
Nothing changes when you play by the same rules
It doesn't matter if you fare better in pools
It
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
goin' in on these niggas
I am not playin' with niggas
If I gotta go
Rest of my niggas is gonna put pain on them niggas
Let it rain on them niggas
I
Ain't you fly across the states for free?
Ain't you take two trips to Germany?
Bands in my wallet
Bands in my wallet
If you want it then I got it
Get
scared and go
What
Hey
If im not back by ten
Then you're never gonna see me again
Hey
You didn't hear what i said
Take this record, and play if im found
Chicken dinner
Call me Quinner
I'm an ace
And you just
Can't keep up at my pace
I'm ahead in this race
If you're not in first place
You're last
But, I'm
tequila shots still rocking my mask getting sloppy
Sike
I'm a professional. This ain't a hobby
If you're yawning, you won't be here in the morning
Appear
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
4 u
Tells u what 2 wear and how 2 behave
Comes in ur home and treats u like his slave
Don't need him if he make u sacrifice
Ur freedom get him out
this really who I am
If you get up in a jam, I'ma come through with the bands
Yeah, my type, no stereo (my nigga)
I love you like that woman that
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