Lyrics:
ain't feelin' shit
Come on your trip
Ice on my neck, 00 wrist
She in the sky, hell of a car
Fresh out the trench, foreign implant
Hol' up, yeah, I'm
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
kill you than I'm forced to blast ya
It's a paper thang, it ain't about the pussy and dick
It's the difference between you walkin' and you pushin'
I than robbed some niggas
So I know how that feel
A nigga going have to come
And kill me
I been thru it all
I came this far
How a Nigga ain't gone
big spender
Stick around baby pretty soon you'll see
I ain't got no money but my love's for free
You're so very unnecessarily mercenary
You're
like a madman, I ain't even mad, man
She gon' do a handstand for standing ovation
She rub my red flag, I call her Rozation
She get the pedi
All my niggas pullin' up,
Jumpin' out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to fuck around
Somebody
behind you, hit the gas
Hoe ain't fuckin', she got a shag
In the Porsche Panamera, how we run out of gas
Go on a drill, cover the tags
Blicked up, switches
the heartaches to come.
I'm trying not to cry out loud
Cause all this cryin' it ain't, it ain't gonna
Help me none!
Now what did I do, girl, to cause all
pull up to your
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't
You played it off
You aint sauce yet
You played it off
You aint sauce yet
You played it off
You aint sauce yet
Eye got the money
cint it ballin
It hurts me so to be
Under your spell
Ain't no heaven for me, but a hell
But after all, I can't let you go
Cause I love you so, demon lover
I'm a child of god, elemental like i'll make it snow
You know, God, forgive me
I ain't livin' all pious
An my sins could send me eternal to the dark
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***
This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, nope
HK *** with that little red light
Whole club bouncing
loyalty, I'm not no wannabe
I'm just what you wanna be
Now you gonna know it's me
Bitch get a load of me
Ain't no controlling me
I got that bandanna
Claiming that you even ain't got nothing
He's April fooling niggas
Pulling out stacks of dollar ones
I hate being surrounded with fake niggas
You bitches be
dragging
Bucked a left
Hit the pedal
Yea I smashed it
You ain't see a nigga coming
I'm like flash
I'm all about the fucking money Like a addict
I'll do
Sick of this life we living tryna survive
It's a drought and i ain't given that nigga two for five
Missing my dad but how can you miss something you
ring. (yes)
I love you, could you, hold me tight,
Like we're pretending it ain't about black or white.
Sun burns hot early in the morning
Small town,
good at doin' dishes
God as my witness
All of my
Bitch I'm a P-I
But that ain't yo B-I
Unless you wanna put in work
In them knee highs
I don't need my
gotta climb that ladder
But you ain't nothin but a joke
Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
We get paid like a muthafucka, and we get
This ain't no candlelight
Warm glass of wine night
It's more a whiskey water
Drink that's on the rocks kind
Let's crank the radio
Get this truck
Takin' the time for dreams
Feelin' lazy
And you know there ain't as many
As there was a while ago
I said there isn't any
Goin' down slow
If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won't ever think I'm better than the next man
I've been down before the come up, I ain't stressin'
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