Lyrics:
my
lit my
Fuse
Well tricks and alley ways
They're never gone to stay
When you're never really knowin
Which hell is on its way
When it's burnin by
its good reception
Stepped in the door with a real nice suit I aint got time for all your salutes
Got a group for the big cahoots we get to the truth by
hair
who she yelling at?
Bitch wanna build a bridge with me
I ain't telegraph
If I decline in store, God strike me down
If they ten deep
How I let
the principal
I don't follow rules
My family can't even tell me shit
How I'm gon' follow you?
Lotta people wash they hands wit me
Might as well follow suit
Found
of yesterday
Meet me in the river valley, you can tell me stories
'Bout a time before pinstripe suits, dippers, grits, and stories
My mother sang
Says she thinks I'm having an office affair
And the monotony is killing me
And I try to deny this corporate lobotomy
The end of the day, there's
a towel in his hand
Holdin' it up
As she changes her suit
Gettin' all the best shots
At the photo shoot
How do you get that job?
That's what I want
for you
Kissed by an angel, touched by the Devil
Blood from a nose red as a rose petal
I think we're caught up in a power trip
She my Kate Moss,
only walk out that door with a grip
keep one in the bed keep one the whip
only got time for the cash and a bitch
and my bitch get cash so she aint
Bam Bam, Bronsolino closed Sessions
Queens shit, Chicago
Bitches kissing me the French way
Now suck my son’s dick
He only four, when he twenty he
the block down in my camouflage suit
Stomp when I walk and I'm stackin all loot
Bling in my mouth but I can take it out
Stepping up to me, something people
surprised
When I done told them that they'll see
Me when they look in the sky?
And I swear I think of crime
When I look in her eyes
Cause shorty bad but she
falls on deaf ears and is drowned by the great slagging match that is reaching its final round. Husband turning to wife, little darling won't you bless me
But it is too late to get down, I win, you frown
It's clear as day you ain't my round so you ain't round
Square, we clear the ground by air,
Baby is mad
Man she got ass
I looked and gave her my gangsta laugh
My pedigree my legacy
I sell it like aphetimines
They told me at the dinner scene
side
Of all the things that she did
Thatcher fucked the kids
And it seems a little bit rich to me
The way the rich only ever talk of charity
In
I was guessing what it feels like
To have a girl that wants me
Say exactly what she feels like
So that I could see
[Chorus:]
This traffic light I'm
Death by fire, I make you expire,
I told you I was sane, but you knows i'm a liar
I'm never ever gonna fcukin retire,
You can call me sir, or you can call
my best friend said that the
Red would get me through
Went to the Jewel with my crew
Adults only box
In a secondhand suit, bow tie, I'm a fox
In a car
Turn me up in the headphones
This that get money music
You niggas hear the jewlery
Shout out to picasso
That's how we do it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hope
don't worry me
Big dick Benton, AKA, Ron Jeremy
When you give me brains, handle my dick carefully
Who the fuck care to be the loser, bitch marry me
Suit
by 3’s
Steph Curry
Sick an’ diseased
Opps got genital herpes
I’m a general in the streets
Hoe please
Down on
Both knees
Worshipin’ me
Den we
a little gigolo
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis
I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat
Y'all remember
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