Lyrics:
right (yup)
Thinkin' bout the time that wine
Got us like
Ooh, ooh, I'm feeling
Ooh, ooh, no ceiling
Elevator look like imma rise
Imma radiator
Oh Oh Oh~ (Oooh it's got me hooked on you)
I know we're not supposed to be doing this
Nah Nah Nah~
Tonight it's between us
Let me start by
I'm still triggered
Never felt wanted or pretty by no niggas, yeah, shit
It only took one time, and one more
Two, three times, and 'fore long
We in
coffin
No blocking, stoping me not when
I pick the world up - I'm squatting
And when I take from the rich
I'm in your hood and Im Robbin
Four,
ferocious, I am like Harambe
I take your wife and fiance, I take your life and ya mom's egg
So I don't pull no muscle flippin' nobody off
I take advice with
make sure I got on the freshest gear
And sport the type of girlie make ya stop and stare
And sweat, cause that's the type to get
All you gotta do is play
ride
(Mac Mall)
Shit, I'll take ya way back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent
And mack
H-town take it slow I won't rush through
Sittin' here all alone by yoself just cryin'
Got yo girls in ya ear like man he liein'
Then it don't help he
Glued to the phone to see what he can cop
Too many pills wondering why his heart hasn't stopped
Beating up his body how far can he go?
Trampled by
confused,
you have to know the rules,
man participate and get yourself amused
(Firestorm:) no doubt
(Phantom:) Seen
(Firestorm:)
Feel man, don t get
some action
Some interaction, baby
I don't care when you're home alone
What you're doing by yourself with your mobile phone
You're not bothered that
waste no time to kick my little I say "How ya doin'" she say
"I'm doin' fine" so I commence to macking to baby to see
What's cracking So maybe I get her
now
Ya know
[Chorus]
We been starvin' so long in these crazy ghetto streets
And they say we're so wrong for the way we try to eat
How long will
at the crib with no food or a phone
What you thinkin'? Your girl gon' be on
Party at Jam's house, people would come
Sippin' that scissor, hitten them
organized like it's run by alcapone
I don't need a fuckin watch cuz my dicks already two tone (BLING!)
Phone home like you E.T, bring this heat thru an ep,
I need a fix,
Only for now I'll settle for these talks on the phone,
But I cut my arm off for a moment alone,
With the one that I cherish whether in
that I flirt but I do and i will cuz im still just a nerd ever been left behind, let me hear ya say w3rd
Verse 2
Shes a go getter dressed in a sweater
we
by I don't want no more look rude girl
I don't believe you
She's lying, look in my eyes she lying,
and a clock from time she's lying
chatting about
see that we livid
My checking ain't shit in it
Utilities will come ge it
Hijo de su pinche madre
Ya pague la renta tarde
No one gives a fuck about it
No
on some Keenan and Kel
Aw here it goes I'm about to glow
Ya ain't even know
EIS that’s EIS man, not no ice
And know I’m up next
Get racks on racks like
stay
Can't call me on the phone cause I keep it outta sight
So light another spliff imma take ya on a flight
In this life most dont even see the larger
the pill
I can't trust the pain until I'm off the pill
Ya knucklehead
Fuckin' pinhead this ain't no signing here
Best friends die in the battlefield
Hoe just
scheming
Banging pots and toking broads got
Me hella grilled cheesing
I'm aiming for a milli
Lemme Phone-A-Friend Regis
Building buzz like a bee nest
When I
A living tombstone! (Hey)
I got that thumbs up from Junji Ito (Hey)
Anthony Fantano thinks you got that weak flow
(Hey)
Started off by reading horror every
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