Lyrics:
outta line
No, I don't got time
Mind it be all my money
Money be all on my mind
Studio grind, turnin the day into night
Praying for mine, I got the Great
got his needs, it left him messy
The buster trying be the smart ass
Struggling to pass his school class
Nah I'm just fucking with this Phonies
Because,
I don't hit da snooze
(Yuh, Aye)
Bustdown my wrist cuddle
I be by myself ion got no team we don't do no huddle (Set Hut!)
Got drip like water like
got my crew and fam around
So why the hell do
I feel so damn lonely?
Dunno shit hurts in my chest
Just wish it'd fuckin' pass
Feel guilty for not bein'
She was stuck
Inside her home
Said I’m bored
And kinda horny
Low key, yo you tryna bone?
She said boy
Don’t come too strong
We just matched
You
and me lately
I been thinking about weddings and daisies
Maybe we could go half on baby
Or get goldfish and name it Jays
What's your name girl what's yo
See what I was missing
Had to go and snatch you up
Girl that's the mission
Girl, you got a mind of your own
Got me up all night
Waiting by the phone
mama
You so god damn toxic
I want a lot of
But its attention that you want
I got what you need
So baby girl
You messing with my dreams
You fucking me up
walk in the club nigga yo ass gone get jumped
If CBX walk in the club Nîgga, it might be fight
Grabbed a snow bunny by the arm, she let me fuck all night
Let it go
Wha, c'mon
Somebody say hey
I'm just playin'
Before Palmdale, we use to stay
Deep in the hood where they sell yay
I seen
bitch you don't get imma get her
We gon’ get more dirty than the park by the ghetto
By the narcs and the rock and the glocks Goin’ pop
Fuckin’ with
hotter than juvie
My yella, she look like a Cuban
I got the Glock in this bitch, I let off some shots
In this bitch, nigga, don't make me prove it
I spot
neck
i be doing things from the west to the east to those that appose we left resting in peace
by AE the asian assassin the hitman now he's the type
' heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
shouldn't
But the bond we had no longer there both understood it
But know that I could show you what you been missing
Know you give yo heart up in a minute
Yo yo, Mathletes State championships, what!
First female ever on the team, what
A boxed lunch will be provided
What!
I can do this
Always
doors actin badda then lil niggaz
We trill niggaz in Hilfigers murderers wig splittas
Ridin around in Lexus' and protected by chrome triggaz
Wrong niggaz
Niggas dyin' by that steel and everyday we lose a soul
Trynna run up on some figures I just pray I reach my goal
Got a million dolla mindset yeah my
that glocky make em prance
Get me two keep by my hands
Pussy bitch you talk no sense
Keep a distance from my conscience
Local thot bitch
Tryna pop it
Imagine if we could dream together, the things we could do
Reflection
Another whisper in time as life remains
Clouds go by, hoping to fight
Disappearing and the tank we're missin'
I'm by myself now I'm back at the crib wonderin'
How the fuck I got here and just what I did hippy hippy crack damn
Sure
Reek Osama, SosMula
Niggas know what the fuck going on, man
Heard? It's gang, gang, gang
Yo sleeze!
I'm-I'm-I'm pyrexin', chefin'
I'm destined
Aye Mo
Yo
I was just gonna say I
Appreciate you coming to the
Studio on last minute notice
That was a blessing
Yeah it's no worries I'd do it
what's mine by bein' myself
I'm a push through the bullshit & stack my wealth
And if you don't like me you don't like yo self
Cuz' I represent you're only
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