Lyrics:
me straight stupid
Man fuck that wing and arrow bitch I squared it up with Cupid
See I'm tired a fucking bitches who do nun for me
I put my heart upon
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
lose friends
We'll fuck em all, motherfuck them all
We was never friends anyway, nigga watch me ball
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I come from
donkey round her waist
Wanna sit a glass on it
Baby let me get a taste
(I swear that she so thick)
Got a model type of smile
Curvy lanes by the pound
Love
an end result of profit. I found me. Now I find others black sistas. I love you wifey. Single mothers, the gals laid back, chilling no man in ya vision.
Yea gal, Resurrection
South side vibe, telling pokies pied
You man (humans) lie, not by my side
Super ears can fly, don't even try
Fuck you, bad by
Nothing long, dead erection
(“Jesus Christ”)!
Yea gal, Resurrection
South side vibe, telling pokies pied
You man (humans) lie, not by my side
Super
want to
If you know me I'm about the gwolla
Dick long like an anaconda
I'ma turn into a fanatic if it's about the gwolla
Walking Wilhelmina model
Pretty
probably the last 16 that you're ever gonna see from me
Now welcome to my tape, y'all give me life just by pressing play man
Now welcome to my tape, y'all
Young man, can't you see I'm really able
Look up now, Liquor pouring from the table
Conversations full of cracked rocked relationships
And I think
when you off them pills
Know myself don’t reach for the bottle I’m
Tired of running through models and
I ain’t no role model man
Fraud n**** like Juwanna
bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
I sold
Southside on the track, yeah
Hah
Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)
Act so much so gwalo, I should order some cargo
European
a tip from me;
Get you a man who's a union man and join the ladies' auxiliary.
Married life ain't hard when you got a union card,
A union man has a happy
more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Or Gal Like You
Man I Fucked Up (Man I Fucked Up)
Yaah I Fucked Up (Yaah I Fucked Up)
Yea I Kno I Fucked Up
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up
[Chorus:]
how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain't shit)
Can't remember
I been telling them
I'm ahead of them
They ain't on par with me
Shelling them triple threaten them
You already know my team
Solo, Rebel and nutty
It was all a dream
MMB my nigga
Fifty thousand streams made me fourteen dollars
How the fuck am I
Supposed to support these models
Afford these
the man
She was dissing now she want me be her man
Give her Gucci and send her back to her man
She want prada, she want dollars, she want snakes all on her
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
I want you there right by my side while I'm counting my commas
And promise me you never leave if I'm losing my dollar
The value of a man
See through
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