Lyrics:
real with no facade
I can be her Mario and she can be my Peach
Imma man of God so I'm about to preach
We could get married by the shores of the beach
My
ain't my mans yo ass been acting cake
We don't need no timeout we gon let that automatic spray
All we need is bitches in the party... well call em up
Country as I wanna be
Country as I wanna be
All day, all night
Puffing on marijuana leaves
There ain't no slowing down
There ain't no slowing down
bitches
You niggas got no sense
These boys be funny moving, they don't be on shit
My arms big enough to keep out with a strong stiff
I be alone most
I bring the lean back
My squad on terror mode
Get the blo back
Fat Joe in my pocket
Thats a big wad
Check out my pistol
Got the big mod
but I ain't trickin' on hoes (No!)
Ice cold with the murder game, my trigger done froze
Plottin' and schemin' on D-boys for their packs of snow
Dangerous!
Friends in High Places!
So much You could get by the Wayside!
Called it By The Pound in the Middle of Traffic!
Money isn't big if none of y'all
runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe
early,
I hate MCs that get away with swag lines like:
I'm a killer and no one can hurt me
When I die don't bury me, freeze me,
By the way things are goin'
to get higher, come ride
I will fly you
[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't Indulge in my
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
just came for the show
The older I get man the less that I know
Getting shorter with patience the more that I grow
She ain't fuck with you if she fuck
ridin' high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin' fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles more
the sequel
I'm like I'm like what happened to life I think we're too far Gone
I seen a beautiful woman I asked to walk her home
She said she ain't gonna
fuck with me you ain’t tough guy (Yup)
Imma fly high I’ll always satisfy
Remember my name cause you know its my time
I’m only getting better
But I know
Gram
Make dat ass go clap clap show out for your fans
Make dat shit look easy love a woman who can please me
Long as you aint super needy spread dis
when the back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no stoppin' this
We
Lets get it straight blud, wait blud
I ain't the type of dude to spread that fake love
Is it just me? or is the scene now filled up with fake thugs
You’ll be like Joe eating on a big turd
You’re the wrong kind of goat, ask Sam Neill just to be sure
Already hooked on my rhymes go see your dealer
You
nigga he call up
I'm dipped in all black
Need a nigga to ride with you, know you can call Fats
Niggas saying I ain't real?
Then what you call that?
Been
the problems with me
The one night stands and the girls that I met on IG
But when it was her turn she said "There ain't a dream I can sell you
"And really my
When I was at that motherfucking block party
That bitch met with a fat, uh
Talking about she was gonna give me
That vag after that night oh, oh,
I'm just hop right in
I'm just gonna come like straight through there
Watch this
Aye Look
Baby girl I'm far from finished
I need the collards aint
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