Lyrics:
i’ll be right at your door, you ain’t geting no rest
Southern belle raisin hell in yo city streets, you can keep the sob story cause i got no sympathy
about how I feel
Nobody wants to hear my sob and story
Sure There’s no glory, in my story
But my tale of struggle, in itself a story with glory
But you
av sånne karer
Du håper at de svarer du håper du blir sett
Du har helt sikkert en sob story men livet e'kke lett
Du er på internett og troller så det
mention girl?
You hold can hold the fake sobs and the story
I'm pray you get some help lil mamma here some therapy
You playing victim roles to the public
the exception to rules that I break,
So please don’t bore me with your sob stories, we could all make it, but you just really ne
ed to want
to ...
Cos if I make
a couple months go on
Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on
Another sob story when a star can't handle it
Lost angel fallen in Los Angeles
Look, she play all them games ain't got no rings
She Patrick Ewing
If you ain't gettin money, nigga what the hell you doing? (He broke)
All them sob
the game nigga
Ain't nobody have a job for me
So fuck your motherfucking sob story
You see, you shoulda noticed
I keep it real I don't sugar coat it
Can't
he working for the man
Talk mob ties yall niggas mob wives
All your stories just the sob type
your sob stories, boy you paying me
Rule number one, don't underestimate a nigga greed
My wife she got expensive taste, my son make A's and B's
So I
gotta go, go
I'll cut you off, it's time to get off the blower
I gotta go go go-a
Time waster
I don't wanna hear your sob story
Now or later
Fill up my
to the shit you say
But you've been warned
I don't care about your sob stories anymore
But let's move on I've only got so much time on this beat
I've been
even a little bit
Not even if one fell on my doorstep and cried on about some bullshit
Not even if they had a sob story about how the poor negatively
cleanin him Empty, Good job Story always sob tho.. Desperate he need Extra So He holdin the Cook-up, C-Support come off the Top He duckin Swoles
outta
Sight within my plight I fight on
And I ain't singin' no sob
Stories of sad songs
I stick to tellin' the total
Truth and that's all
It's ironic when
goals, and manage sinning
Beeping like a time bomb, clocks thinning
Deeper than a mob, wrote the story for your sobs
I know he did nothing wrong, but
to rush like a wind bringing the warmth in
A sob story and I bought it
Felt good, she asked me to move in
Said together we could build a new ting
that glock-glock
Pop, pop, that's the end of the story
But also trying not to hurt her with that talk-talk
Sob, sob, that's the end of our story
foul someone breathed too loud
I get another try can I buy a vowel?
Oh my god I'm sick of sob stories.
Everybody envies any life but their own
story sob but I'll be the one you knock when you drivin' to yo job or posted up on they block
Or when found not guilty or you just payed ya bond
Help you
off goals, and manage sinning
Beeping like a time bomb, clocks thinning
Deeper than a mob, wrote the story for your sobs
I know he did nothing wrong,
Just when I'm ready to sob,
You hand me a throb
And everything is hunky dory
and that's my story
Open your arms and I'm a stooge for your charms
Could do so much better
But I feel like paperweight
Wanted to relay
Would it be okay?
Nobody will listen
Nor I’m brave enough to say
Would it be a sob
a fifty pound bag of soybeans
More than a bargain to me
You take hours to cook
You have serious taste
You make me sob
I am a poison and I am fun
Illegal
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