Lyrics:
If you hit on my b*tch You gon' crumble
Put a stack on your mouth till you mumble
I know nigg*rs that jackin' my style
And they claimin' They can do
the most
All for your love I'll be doing the most
Forreal
All the things, that you do
They don't Know
Bout your love
It'll get me through
By my side, when I
By 45 if I make it that far
I'll raise the bar
So by tomorrow you'll be reaching for god
Aligned a roof
To jump and prove
That you ain't teasing my
Now you know this ain't the kind of life for you
It's not the way you thought that it would be
If I could change my way to you
If I could change,
ain't get dope"
It's like they didn't understand
Me I've been that hope trying to serve God
They want me serve the things with that dope
A job while we
slow down
Yeah, fuck this shit, you're on your own now
Yeah, I know you ain't sorry that you did it
Yeah, but don't act like at the time you weren't with
age
Back in school before a dude had ever got paid
I was never worried bout if I did it right
See I was only trynna live my mother fucking life
And in
back home
And we can do it again
I don't wanna ruin all that we been building as friends
But if you feelin what I'm feelin'
We could make it a thing
say is Yup and it makes bitches weak boy
Go run up your digits, heard your sum that shit is weak boy
She don't use you for a toy, if she did you'd be
Your sista still a hoe.
Your mother left you ass when you was four years old
And it ain't No place like home when you motherfucking homeless.
gettin' poppin' (Poppin') (Poppin')
Out in Californ-I-A
Watching waves
Seen a shorty pass me by said
"Baby what's your name?"
If I play my cards right
Imma
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
was broken, he kicked his casket open and he
This life goes passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You're born, you live, then you die
Oh, oh,
them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
for I die for
It's hard to understand when you dying to live
Apologize if these bars going over your head
Then again no I don't cause I ain't rapping
Many people know we know about this pimp game
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game
And to me it ain't no motherfucking thing
To give it
and ain't look back since
Clock go tock tock tock
Right by my side if I need 'em on the dot
Life is a show, you was never in the plot
Send ya best friend, Ima
aint tripping tho
They going to let you sleep til you R.I.P
This is 2020 (Its 2022 Now!) hey
But niggas cant see 2020 vividly
Cant recognize the enemy
uncontrollably
You tell me to stop
Hit the brakes and I hold you
You my lil pretzel
I bend you I fold you
Ill by you Louie, it match your persona
You riding with
happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that
happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that
“therapy.” So far my enemies gone, trust it ain’t hard to solve a problem , luckily Karma got em. At least a lot of ‘em. For the rest, I’m patient. I just
things, fuck the fame
I just want the cash so I can bless the gang
Since my nigga left, shit ain't been the same
My brother lost a case in court
Judge gave
book Bish
It's my natural talent, ain't no fluke Bish
I been blessed since '97, shiny silver spoon shit
Your man mooching off at my style
He a little
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