Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Tyson
It was something about that ram
The engine
Something about that chance
I'm wishin'
Something bout that ride
Suspension
I remember my first time
Be
open[01:18.69]Rub you with some lotion[01:20.06]Get you out your stress[01:21.50]Lately more been less[01:22.90]Baby be my muse[01:24.18]While I stroke her out her
woman watching over her dying mother
Who has been struck by the bullet
Of famine the daughter tells
Me about the journey to Mogadishu a
200-mile trek
here all a scared for 19 days by myself.
But it's not easy. I had a thing the other day, I was thinking about calling my insurance company. Uh, cause I
Me and Ange argued daily, could have lost her and so on
I'd take something out of context, make myself the victim
Hate myself and kicked in the door
and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy
the whip or in the sheets
Doesn't matter how we party, long as I am in between
There's something about her, there's something about you
There's
My boyfriend ended up
In the psych ward
He was kind of my boyfriend
Though he lived with another guy
They owned a house
Together
And they still had
on her wearing a leather vest
The earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear
Is used to help ward off the fear
That he has left his
me ma
As I got better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
But even
better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
But even Chad could tell
to come and knock her pants off
And bring something slow that me and her could dance off
She can tell by this bulge in my jeans that I like her
Knowing
hit me on the Snapchat
Booty so fat, she the opposite of flapjack
Titties B cup, imma pay for a boob job
New ID 21 like Blackjack, no backchat
Yeah, she
come
She my little honeybun
She the baddest
She a savage like she 21
She go where the money go
She blowin' up plenty dro
Leave a trail of broken hearts
told her
That I shouldn’t be talking to her
Because I’m not crazy … but
I ended up really enjoying
Her conversation is
That crazy? We talked about
the one that put me
In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her
was detained
For 28 days
Think about it everyday
Celebrated my birthday
In a mental health centre
Lockdown on my 21st
I'm a Joker
I'm a Stoner
I'm
It’s something that feels empty
To everyone who
Reaches that point this concept of
The selfish human, this idea of
Separation by race, or gender
ward with oxygen on
I said, My mom's the motherfucking bomb, your mother's a whore
I ain't calling you with breaking news when all them dicks is at her
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches)
Uhmm, this is some player shit right here
Holler at my home girl on this one, Mia
Moma Mia, Have you seen her
Then he found God, then he bounced
Then he found a new chick
Two kids, wide hips
Found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena
she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted
He blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him but the world got in the way
Hey God
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