Lyrics:
If you don't know now, you'll never know
Lost in my zone now-
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Somehow it's difficult
To get it at all
You don't
I wake up, she cookin' me breakfast
I get the pack, adios
Shoutout to my Migos in the guarrio
Eni-meney-miney-mo
Which one of you niggas wanna
Someday when I clean up my mind
I'll find out which is which
Ooh, Las Vegas
Ain't no place for a poor girl like me
Ooh, Las Vegas
Ain't no place for a poor
Standby Heart
Don't let them take you for the fool that you are You gotta hide that away
Try dressing up in a new costume Get a new part to play
by one
Sey badman no get beef with anybody
Badman no get time gan
Badman just wants to sing sing sing
Uh ooo
Badman just wants to sing sing sing
Uh
tryna get high, I was tryna buy the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
Run it up, I run it up
I think about the past
I've been moving
Rather laugh at these hoes get out my face
Rather laugh at these hoes I'm tryna get paid
Im praying these hoes get out my face
Fuck sayin I'm done
don't show off
Had to switch it out before I could go on
Hot box, we in deep
They thought I fucked up the front
Forgot I was here
Goddamn I'm so gone
Let
dresses,)
(But duty is duty, and an order is an order)
(Now I know some guys get a thrill out of meeting)
(A gorgeous gal every night.)
Oh, we hate
Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up
Go get 'em, fuck 'em up
Yeah
Poppin' out
get triggered by a sniff
Today's top fives only strengthenin' my myth
Belong on Rushmore just from chiselin' a brick
Still fightin' demons, see that
Smokin dope by myself
Do it all for my health
Hell yea , kno I need the wealth
Run it up
I get the bag that’s a hunnit grand
Brown paper bag
Emily, I know you think it won't get any better
Life has gone and gotten so tough
Emily, you believe you will never ever
Never ever find that you're
topless
All the homies with the pistols
It don't get shown unless it gets blown
Got your bitch stole and you big told
You got pistol whipped by your own
with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I respond one time, one time only
It
hollering in the back like she sing tenor
I told my brothers bundle up we got a long winter
I had to get myself together I had start slippin
Almost lost
We're running for our lives, chasing fireflies
Until all the flames burn out
Sometimes hope gets lost in the fog
Not all those who wander are lost
Holding
Hello
"They've sold our their music's changed"
"This sold out record sounds the same"
Don't criticize our hobbies
We don't criticize you for
Being
jumping out the car like a star I’m back on the road
I’m coming back with the Mac and I’m surely killing the oops
My top gone get your pop corn I’m iller
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
Baby got your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Get out your handcuffs
Go head and tie me
are growing up and,
Filling the world full with a new soul,
To get so far they payed a high toll.
Try not to make,
The same mistakes,
As man
you come here runnin', holdin' up your hand
Can't get me a woman, who can just kill a man
now she's gone, I don't worry
I'm sitting on top
dishes get some
Coffee on the go
Open up, get them out this moment is so rare:
The instant of completion
Loved by artists everywhere
And if by some bad
talking westnile
It'll get spooky something like the X-Files
Sipping on ac its prolly why i act wild
Fuck up the function prolly see me act out
Clear
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