Lyrics:
you dont buy a whip
So he got me a whip and i dipped like a chip
Finessing these niggas i wont take the risk
I aint taking those Ls like i got a lisp
Im
can be as one
Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter
[Chorus:]
Baby, you can do it, take
play dumb, Oh！kick your mama to-to the death
Nigga bull-bullshit, than he took me to the king
A sharp look is enough to kill you, care your life(Ya?)
play dumb, Oh！kick your mama to-to the death
Nigga bull-bullshit, than he took me to the king
A sharp look is enough to kill you, care your life(Ya?)
do
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he
Vans when we off the wall
Call it lies when he's six foot tall
Just a sequel like Better Call Saul
I'll run up and feed it
The beast inside of me is
guess it's still the same
But that stress is getting the better
I'm sweating
So I got rid of my shirt
I'm cold in my sweater
Been sitting down for
steady addin'
This is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph'
My veil of delusion is something to use
I’m abusing the view that I’m better than you
Do the music, the photo, the lettering too
'Till they pull out
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
I had a, a watcher the other night at my lecture in Oslo and he wrote me a letter
He was a 17 year old boy, his father had died suddenly about six
it stronger than in Albany
This colony's economy's increasingly stalling and
Honestly, that's why public service (he's just)
Seems to be calling me
skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skin tone
It's Brown er than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
head looking high I feel so much better alive (whole lot better)
I feel the devil tryna get me
Always knew he'd come in different forms
But today he
flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious=20
I'm the nigga who's got bitches
Michael Ross is
strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again
spoiled
If you wanting a king, better act like you royal
Your boyfriend a bitch and he broke and he lazy
Hating on me is so pointless, I made it
My daughter
taught me how to shoot this good
He said 'aim a little lower than you wanna hit'
Better be ready 'cause that shotgun's gonna kick
Take it in the shoulder,
He's very intelligent, he's a positive role model in rap
I went to a show last week, he was the bomb
He was better than Michael Jackson
He's so sexy,
this guy walking by pulled me
To the side and he asked
"Hop, what are you doing man
You can't skip class"
I said I'm done with this shit bro
I've had
on me.
I hope that what you promised us is true.
And that the place where we will go will be better.
If it's true, I cannot wait.
Because I have a lot
killen em
So who's the real villain
Just a millennial stuck in a millennium
Where being high is better than the world that we are living in
Where being
With friends I'm personally pissed
Is this a curse or a gift
Guess I was blessed with my wish
Don't tell me that you feel my pain
Then I saying it's best
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