Lyrics:
I'm stupid[00:36.61]All the boys in the club tooted and booted[00:38.39]While with the miss, still thinking she too thick[00:40.64]Always drinking that
Walk in wit the fye
I don't count the caliber unless it's forty-five
Dressed in all white
Got 3 bitches by my side
If you can't go then get behind
If
niggas, yeah, we gon' bust what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail
Motherfuckers grindin'
in Georgia for a peach
And we'll visit my brother in West Palm Beach
Camp by the waves
At six fourty five
Make sure that you're there for sunrise
Stay
tricks on me
You got jokes like Loki
You really think you know me
Lost so many friends in my life
I can name about 40
Add three more to the list now that's
Aunty told me that look just like me in the casket one hell of an illustration
We don't die phone ringing
Bag calling multiple
Sad Sunday by that
listen
Streets si safe nomo don't come out juu utamadwa kwa giza
Kwa wiki I'm cool siku sita bars ni cold mdomo ndo freezer
Drip too hard wanadrown ana
on top shelf
Kickout them negative vibes
You neva have to listen
This is your own life
(Don't listen when them talk)
You must credit yourself
Because no
thinkin' of)
It's never too late
Don't wait 'fore we lose it all (Oh, don't think twice
And let this love pass you by)
It's never too late (Ah...)
you loyal to[00:30.10]Yeah Yeah[00:31.00]Been through way to much you gotta show and prove[00:33.40]Seen everything so show me sumn' new[00:36.83]Who
AR's and my forty's got extensions
My shooter off a bar yeah he don't like to listen
My side hoe off a perky yeah i can feel her twitching
She feeding
The changes I've been going through
Missing you
Listen you
'Till you come back to me
That's what I'm gonna do
Why did you have to decide
You had
I'm so lonely, broken angel
I'm so lonely, listen to my heart
You, you are the one
I miss you so much, now that you're gone
Don't, don't be afraid
bitches always be thinking
I'm tryna fuck women, but really all I need is a ride or die
That gives me ambition and never forgets to listen
The world could
Aye thirty and a forty it'll burn your lips off
She ate the dick so much that I thought it came off
I just really wanna ball like I'm at a tip off
more
You are everything I adore
I don’t wanna cry anymore
Don’t wanna see you walk out that door
Listen to what I have to say
Will everything be okay
I
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking hungry
Real niggas don't notice you
I'm the only dopeboy quotable
Mami tryna land
a lil' proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 b****es
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin'
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
that's the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertime's
a conversation with the Word
Every season will take you by the hand, you don't have to understand
But the voice is never so very clear, until your expectations
to the big machine
Don't let them tell you that you can't
Just don't be state sedated
Or manipulated
Don't be state sedated
Wake up, wake up
Don't be state
Yeaaah baby, seventeen Ay, ay look
Fuck around, have a twin, girl you too fine Lookin' like an ole' thing, girl forty-nine, one hundred dolla ball
Blinded by the sun
Ignoring the sum of the parts
The artist is put on trial
The jury holds the gun
Backhanded, brash and bold
We're young but it's
boss ain’t no reportin back I wouldn’t sell tickets to nothin I’m performin at, you niggas dorks for that, hand on the 40 strap, we know yo belt fake
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