Lyrics:
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You gotta have that fuck it button
In order to win in life
A lot of us journey through life
And we're being pimped
By people's future perception
popular!
I'll have to be popular
I'll have to be popular! I'll have to be
I'll take you back as the minute hand goes
It's the same Cam Groves in
My name
Pull up in pelle pelle
Got the iron by my belly
Chicken chunk like it's a deli
We gon leave a nigga smelly
Warzone hit em from the heli
We gon rob
up
The type of lady that'll keep it cool
The only chick that won't break the Rules
She won't act a fool unless you're Trying to block off some of her
cuffs
Now that wouldn't be the first time
Making hits, 16
With a bitch on first time
Abide by the laws
Always understood it
Ain't fucked your used pussy,
handbag
High heels click clack out the back door down the stairway and
It's nighttime, the car pulls into the street
Brisk blue air feels cool on her face
Told Stan about this man
Told him that his sister husband tryna cop around ten
Stan said let's make it happen
But what Stan don't understand
It's today
to NYC by the way of the pasture
Naive and pure I stepped from the steppes
From the pie to the apple like Ming it's merciless
But my mastery
Have you ever been stabbed in the back
By someone you thought was really cool
Did they steal your heart or was it money
Or was it lies they told
the money
and I want everything]
[Money!Money!Money!]
You said that.It's OK but
how ya feeling?
for material thing
頑張る but,
can you feel cool breeze?
can you
Like I let it fly
We cool alright
We vibing chilling
That's what friends do right
When I know the lies you lied
And I can't
Keep trying with you
When I
at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This for my niggas worldwide
In the parks
In the yard
In the bar
Ya knawmean
(Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)
cool
Aye, feel like a dad, hand me that tool
(Aye, what) ran up on me, tryna take my ice
Leave 'em on a tee 'cause I pity fool
These niggas not around
time for me to go hit the shower
But knowing my brother taste I know she fine
So all it really takes is for me to get the vibe
I got to get ready no time
I'm feeling my mind is
Blowing me out of place right now
I cannot deny it
So I won't and I keep defying
Those lies you toss, your fake love's a loss
goes by
You made the choices we all know are right
Your so cool
You'll probably smoke some pot
Then drop out of school
But what do I give and what
other dude
He seemed like he was pretty cool
I was so broken over you
Life, it goes on, what can I do?
I just wonder what it's gonna take
Another foreign
the streets
Dont tell them hoes keep your mouth closed dont take it to the feds
Bitch you dissing but aint with it you gonna catch one to the head
You a gangsta
show love, take pictures in the trenches ho
Back then I was hustlin', trappin'
I'm love like they wonder why I'm laughin'
MAC 10 shoot it was
Down by the side of the hotel all-nighter
Is your old grey door
Men gather round with the fear that a lawman
Will come to clean up the floor
Ones
take that back
I did it on purpose you dudes is worthless
Not even worth a digital purchase
I got a beer belly
Still rocking the show shirtless
Your
click-click-clack (bang)
I'ma tell 'em how I see it
The only bitch that I'll bitch slap
Turn you into Riff Raff
Nigga, I'ma kill 'em with the red blade
Gotta
Tell me I'm not too late
It may seem a desperate measure
But if you'll humor me
By next Monday we'll truly know
I'm terrified of living life under
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