Lyrics:
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
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
to rise
Cash don't play no role up in my drive
Fall from the top like Tom in the lighthouse plot
And don't get top at the bottom
Place myself here for
Ice with my cocaine, yeah
Fucked up like Cobain, yeah
Get some ladies up in here we sippin' on the grain, yeah
I'm living a fantasy
Gettin' faded
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
up short on the rent
Lord I need to know so tell me why (I yah yah)
Am I always under pressure to get by (I yah yah)
My head is damn near under water
won't get up
I see your name
You can't be tamed
It's like you won't give up
You wanna talk memories?
Bet you remember how frequently
You were gone
You
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
a lil' late gettin' in)
Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down
Hit the town, ran a red to the hip
to the wheel well
Trust I know them twenty's real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume watch
The bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken,
high heels
Till they max out and pass
Out from how it feels
My niggas win their appeals (why?)
Cuz high paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
Stash boxes
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
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
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
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
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
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
Lighting one up
It's a session
Ride by myself like a Tesla
Neena so over protective
I took a turn
On the fast route
I hit the gas
Then I mash out
Down on my
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
mind's exhausted and
Drained out of thought
And can't get back up
And when you know
How few things there are worth knowing
I suppose anyone who tries
- I'm disappointed
Listen haters best get on your job
They can't seem to keep up with
All the shit I'm doing, nigga
My family organization is like
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
Right by my side
Knowing you gone ride
When things get tight you the one by my side
When I saw you
I knew it was love at first sight
By my side
By my
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