Lyrics:
the pearl necklace you got me
People ask "Jake who are these men"
"You always have someone in your bed" i say
"Hmm I don't know"
"I text them and they just
of L.A
White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo' pussy is real
I pay for that shit like the bill
Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill
I
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
The year's '94 and my
Somethin' I've been searchin' for since the day of my birth
With my heart in hand I gave him full command
And he left me stranded in a desolate land
'Cause
gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm poppin'
See me swag, don't you cop it
Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Make money, money, money
Nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
Who's that peeping in my window
Wow
The feds
Fatefully
I tried to pick my battles
'Til the battle picked me
Misery
Like the war of words, I shouted in my sleep
And you passed right by
I
If Your Dads In The Hood
Not Bad Meaning Bad, But Bad Meaning Good Good Good
[Slakah:]
Lady, Somebody Shot Up The Place Right By
Where I Work And I
my shank in the school cafeteria (One)
The man's just talkin', left him layin' the cut (turn, turn, turn)
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger,
You know my life is at stake
Yeah now I hope you'll see me
When I come streakin' by
Well I hope you'll see me
When I come streakin' by
She' got a bad
these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
808 Mafia
ATL Jacob
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I wasoutthere movin' packs
Iwas down bad on my ass,nigga, that's
Make something shake for me stop playin', playin'
(BongoByTheWay)
Rick Owens steppin', I'm a rockstar in Ramones
Big house dilemma, cribbo got
a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
The year's '94 and my
the bottom of the slums
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
Jesse Owens while I'm on this run
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
I'm not the one (Don't
the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
I'm a pro, far from
said the bad boys are always spinning my mind
(Ooh way, ooh wha)
Even though I know they're no good for me
It's the risk I take for the chemistry
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in
get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, Owen
Hey, this is for you my brother
Yeah
Aye, real love is from above!
Step in the field like I'm Owen (yeah)
My God too big
might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
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