Lyrics:
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
want just don't get in my way
Where them big bills at
Where them big bills at
Candy crush tantalous those not for us can't handle us
Worldwide
my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch
Cocaine flakes on a five dollar bill
Sour cream on a whole lot of guac
Trigger
Put a load on your head
Nigga, that's a cheap thrill. This is not player's club
I am not dollar bill. This is silence of the lambs
I am Buffalo Bill
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
reason I work at all, is drive the world from my door
When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea
Save all the undertaker bills, let
her face by the payphone
I know that she
She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her til the world end
She
plus, Netflix slaps
The sun is getting hotter by the day tho
I'm barely even watching any cable
My job is getting boring and it's draining me
My brain is
knew, knew I build my world around you
I knew I had those feelings and I didn't want it to be
I thought by being with you, Girl I thought it would
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin' is mine you my Paypal
See I don't get how this guy is a treat
I'll make his
empty
Running from myself, it's been a while since I've felt ok
I'm not Ok
Truth is that I'm angry, and I'm afraid
Angry at the world, afraid that all
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
and they give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
Not because his occupation, it's
I fight hate if all I know is nefarious
When they step on my throat, is it not hilarious?
They're the ones riding high in gold flaming chariots
Others
Takes love and dedication to build a home
Wish to make the world a better place before I'm gone
Watched the tears roll down your face for my concern
So I
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
guidance myself
And I chisel right words to make gems
Got fans around the world, but my girl's not one of 'em
And my relationship's a big question
'Cause
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
60
I feel I'm my own
I feel I'm my own
I got these bills that I can't pay
And Im gon stress at home
I feel I'm on my own
I feel I'm on my own
I
and me are through
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you say baby I love you
If you ain't running games ooh
Ladies leave yo men at home
gone
Bitches callin my phone
Yeah a nigga not home now
But my mama be so proud.
I put my city on
I put my city on
Feel like my city won
I put my city
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