Lyrics:
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
going nowhere
It's been a minute
I ain't ever going down again
If you ain't with me then you're still welcome to see me win
Still got 9 to 5 I ain't
We just came to party
Why you hatin
This a new jac
You can call me Nino brown
Keep a Keisha
For a kid nap
My baby stay clean by side
Like Selina
Trying to mash on the gas, but that didn't last
I came back, thugs waiting on my ass
Got busted by the task, now I'm waiting for the time to pass
Can't
Stay with the 5's it's only a few but that's my team
Get rich with the guys it might get hard but that's the scheme
Stay gmf i get money fast yea that's
I'm a go WayUp
I'm a go WayUp
I'm a go WayUp
I came from way down
They talking too much I cannot hear now
I had to get it in I had to get it out
Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
To get out, we can't get in
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
lines of that drank
Fucked my belly up
On the 5th floor bussin bows down of that Dank
Fucked my Telly up
Young nigga slime you out yea he snake
Tell em
of the healing is when I admit that I sin.
Lord I've sinned
He'll hath no fury like a woman scorned, I'm hellbound anyways I'm going down with the storm. It's
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
to swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em
brain decide to get curious
Punching into the clock, I was counting down every period
People listen to me cause im speaking out of experience
Drinking
gone by, never work
Another nine to five
I be living like I'm right on time
Ice cold, I, owe nothing
To the nights gone by, never work
Another nine
And sat down did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
blue when I ain't got it trying to turn a nigga red
If you ain't get that when I get it in my hands a nigga dead
Speeding down I seventy five it's like
at me
You look back at me when you
Throw it back at me
Dip it down low, pick it up slow
By the end of the song
It be touchin' your toes
If you leave
see me, don't flip your frown
The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down
Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift the town
Now
never lay down and (lose), I was definitely about to (lose)
Then Eminem came like (“nah”) “nah”
This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they
smokin' y'all niggas by the pack, nigga
Come get back, nigga
BSY Klann, no lack
(Dream team, nigga, we get the drop, up the sco')
Yeah, the sco' like 12
Ass so thick, Jello
Chop down a brick, Lego
And my b***h yellow
All of my n****s came straight from the ghetto
Keep me a stick, hello
You know Im
skittles covered by these Carti lens
Said i'm a star so i'm a give her D like Johnny Sins
I'm ridin' next to Nimbus right behind this stupid tint
Your hoe
Ah, ah, ah-a-a-a-a raised by wolves
You came from Southern Rock and a house that speaks the truth
Your worries slip away in a glass of sweet vermouth
She's got that look in her eyes
Sending chills down my spine
Keep the truth inside
I feel shook by her cries
Cause I'm sold for
Those American eyes
Let me
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