Lyrics:
RTD dropped we made a new hit
Don't worry bro because you ain't got a permit
Trying to bag Molly when she grinding up on Schmidt (that's Luke by the way
a living room, everybody looking good, tailored suits, navy blue, you by my side
Brown lace, sugar taste like a Ben n jerrys cookie dough, the way she moving
they just ain't us
You was supposed to stay down till I was famous
I would hold the umbrella anytime it was raining
I was your handy man anytime you need
Pick up your brown doggy bag on the way out the door.
Cause you's a man-ho, and that's not what I need;
I need a king, fuck nigga, much respect to his
I'm tryna live
"I got money on mind twenty bitches on my line"
Does it really matter doe I don't really like you hoes
Eyeing on your mommas racks, I got
niggas keep a blick
He ain't nun but this life
Brodie ain't got nothing to lose
He really gonna take your life
I got niggas who in jail
I got niggas in
Baby I ain't got time for Clubbing
Them man there be NPC's
Could never be me
The white girls rude, but I'm too competitive
Melanin jawns they're too
got big plans (eh, eh)
[Big Shug]
You say I'm just a lonely man (no more)
But tomorrow I'll be your king; the ruffneck swing
You know me from
dissidents
I got peaceful protestin’ civilians seen to be a menace
While the white supremacists have ceased to need to hide intentions
So, yeah, your boy’s
your bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
that you're broke beyond
Your wildest dreams
TT's used to shout 'em fiends
And needs the food
So that message was an SOS on SMS
If he's acting we clap
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
Seein you in that very mind, state
I know you got a much stronger mind, weight
On your shoulders can't annihilate you cause you are a soldier
Your fear's
your body body, and if you really want it (body, hmm, yeah, yeah) (yeah)
If you really want it
Gots to send this one out to the freaky bitches (rock)
free, free
All you got to do is say the word
[Chorus:]
See a woman knows
When you're doin wrong
She can feel it in her body and soul
You can try to hide
ain't gon lie man I think I'm in love
Cupid shot me so I hope he shoot her
I see you movin' wear you headed to?
I just want you to see me like I'm ahead
bitch and hella 9's
I got hella hoes on my dick but they ain't mine
Fell in love with both I can't pick I can't decide
You den fucked up once next time I
bring a gun
Yo, here come my homeboy mixmaster spade
Man, what's up, man?
Hey man, ain't you from compton, man?
(ah yeah)
Alright man, tell em what's up,
Can't let her know I wanna fuck, play my poker face
Baby you can leave your clothes on, let me poke your face
You got a fat ass on you, can I see it
what you know boy
They find out you snitching the wolves a leave your body cold boy
Young niggas ride with them sticks they got them poles boy
They find
on demon time
Up in my head she ain't leaving mine
By my side she ain't leaving mine
That's some shit you could keep in mind
I got a style now they stealing
out here goin' on?"
"Smack fire out your fuckin ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up outta here, man"
"So, yo, matter of fact,
own homies who
The fuck can you trust
I got more pride in my chopper
So to me that’s enough
And God ain’t making you fuck
Nigga’s like he used
decaying just like a cavity
Dismayed by my depravity
I got waylaid by all the gravity
'Til we went down to the river of love
She is an angel, her name is
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