Lyrics:
complaints
I ain't gotta ask for nothing ya give me everything
You ain't gotta stress it all just leave it up to me
If yo steak ain't right I'll make that
help me understand
Everything and everyone
Fuck all that you've become, scum
By now I've come to terms that protofuture has begun
Armed with a loaded
but blow me down I doubt it kid, or
get yo' ass
whooped behind what ya mouth did. You need more "Hail Mary's" than a
catholic,
yo ass ain't
right now
[Repeat: x2]
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight
Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm
thang I done seen in this life
You love doing wrong but I can make it right
Show him this song
And tell him good night
I been busy all week
I just wanna
really think you uglier than me? Well, you ain't shit!
I'm up and at em, son, fuck your madam
Super talent show, that's so open casket (Oh my God!)
It is
Dese niggas can't kill me
You niggas some pussies
They send out some bullets
I send them back to em
Word round the city that young nigga strapped
right now
It's just, me, Aaron
We just happy to give you guys this mixtape man
Hold y'all over 'til the album come
Been working on that motherfucker
that I didn't take.
'Cause I'll never know 'til it's over
If I'm right or I'm wrong loving you,
But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done
Than
sounds like an excuse to me
I done ran till I couldn’t fam
Now I’m afraid
I ain’t who you think I am
I’m back for the last time
Just so know
This ain’t
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
Bought a queen size crib for my baby
Right by you, I'ma lay there
Tell you some
They ask me how Im willing to take another life
They ask me Why I do what I do
When it ain’t right
Soul faded away
Im lost up in the night
'Cause he bought me shit
7 whole days ain't call a bitch shit
Nigga shoulda stayed right where he was at
'Cause the nigga laid right where he was
How you gone do me like that when I ain't do nun but give my all to you
When other niggas stood short I went been a man I went and stood tall for
that I'm in
You know I'ma make a song about it
Wrong or right
Man I don't have no pen or pad to write
I'm taking all advice
But that shit go from ear
ain't nunya just know that I get money
And have been since a youngin
Everything that you could do to get it promise and done it
Not really proud of some
ain't high , you on the ground bringing hell through
Meanwhile I'm tryna fuck with her and see if we stick like glue
I know that I done been the wrong
be whack
And I don't want to be that
Heart don't tell me I'm wrong again
Cause it wouldn't be fun
I think I've found the right one yeah
Not
I say that you should leave
Lord knows when I was tryna find peace
My family was shitting on me
Say dey done trapped me in a room through the storm
into?
Was it the right place at the wrong time?
Is it somebody new?
It ain't the same no more
All of the things we've been through
Damn all the shit that
tell it by my posture
Money cars clothes gold hoes
Is it all that matters
I suppose
Well that ain’t really it for me
This is my love symphony
Yeah yeah
it's air and no cable, like
Ooh
Jose Cuervo
She wanna fuck on top of my paper
Yeah
You know I got her squirtin'
She tried to drop that pussy on me
ain't fittin' you right
Now, when I had money
'Hello, sugar pie'
Now done spent all my money
'Goodbye country girl'
Now done spent all my money
was right here
All along nigga
I thought I was right but I was wrong nigga
That's why I had to write this song nigga
Yeah shorty you bad but you ain't
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