Lyrics:
but I can teach you how to dougie!
I step up in da club and all these bitches bug me
Only nigga dancin', none of them know me
I hear this crowd
believe it
Please don't judge me by actions
Need some guidance on my path oh lord I need it
Lost in a trance I can't escape from
Run away from my past don't
the snakes up in my rear view I keep my vision clear
In my lane this shit get foggy but I know how to steer
Smartest kid inside my classroom I exceeded my
cold winter winds start to blow
And it's oh, no
One more before we go
How can we ever get used to this dreck?
'Cause I'm sick and I want to go home
Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in
>From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' (publishin')
Want what I got
Come through then
You
a bird on the wing,
I've got a brand new song to sing,
I can't keep from singing about you
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got
deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web
And I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
And it hurts my soul
second place
Keep it a 100 from the jump
If you gon choose this race
Just make sure that you're keeping up
Sometimes I want some love…
Then I get
Yeah yeah
How many times did i take the risk
How many times did i take the risk
Yeah yeah lets go lets go lets go lets go
How many times will i take
can't live with
Save it for another day, all right?
Save it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama, but expect a call from the neighbors tonight
All of my
Kendrick
Can't fuck with The Cliff
Too ridged
Can't beat the boss
Start from the beginning
Bitch I'm in my bag
Fat nigga swagging down the chimney
It's over
body
But I don't need nobody because I got me
Don't get fooled by it I play by the rules how can I cheat
But I'm looking for a chance and I probably
I can't think of any other way to do it
On a beat by Chan, and you know we bumping to it
Grew up in the hood, education was the grind
Now I'm fly
'm letting her off
I keep the rubber I can't play it raw
Flex, slide
We ain't from that, side
Hit her like one, time
Then I go bye, bye
I get a bag and I
like Lil Uzi
They stealin' my style man I'm finna start suing
They tryna be me but can't do how I do it
This ain’t "Look Alive" but we finna start
get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man
He talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
That's where I learned how to sell
the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wrecking
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checking
Out the sound
like you in love
Stunting like you all thug
We was switching numbers
She looking at you and I walk by
You turn your head, she wink her eye
I can't help
keep killing us 400 years guess he had to deal with us we need to unify it can’t just be one of us pleading with god forgive everyone of us They got
I keep that nina in my clutch
So I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in
The kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit
Shook back after every fuckin' loss, still, I can't compare to Ross
Fuck explainin' how I was raised, nigga
I'm just stickin' to what I was taught, huh
to call you Reina, I never took you for a slave
You were my Batgirl and i was your Bold & Brave
Picked you up from the gutter, and thought you how to behave
it
I try to block it but it keeps on talking
What ever happened with just being ourselves
I can teach how if you in need of some help
Cause we all
and honestly, I probably didn't mean it
Is there a way that you can turn this off?
And right now, I could use the old us
I used to hear your voice every
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