Lyrics:
dey)
If money no dey, then I no get time for love
No get time for love
If you no get money you don't need love
If no be for money they won't see us
Imma go to the grave with (Nah)
Dame and Bank the only niggas I'm the same with
Them other niggas I don't slang, hang or bang with (Fuck em)
Surprised by
laundry
Doing my dirty laundry, weekday to weekend
If that ain't fresh then pls tell me what is then
Nothing else
Is anyway close to the fact that I'm dope
pleasure
Rules that I vow to, baby how bout you
I got this shit, don't even trip, I'ma get them
They can't fuck with the 6'3 slim figure
I got this shit,
ain't pressed
Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up
Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup
Baby what's your sign, where you from, what you
Fuck niggas get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck niggas get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fresher than a pack of mints baby what they do
She spicy
true please tell me dear
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you loved before?
Don't you know I heard it through the grapevine
Not much
Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?)
CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
you fucking hoes by force, make you go and do what I want you
Underestimate this monster that you called partner, I got ya
Say what the fuck you
those I run with
I don't know what caused it
Kept them close like wallets
Left by those I wanted
Told em whole life sonnets
Watched them go like rockets
say it loud:
"Go get bent!" Your babies are almost 18 now
They're gettin' older and dirtier and exotic
Steppin' out of the box and doin' stuff that's
smile check too
Fresh nike creps, baby I'm a good guy
Then she said sorry honey I don't want that
So I wiped my brow and said baby I'm bad
So now I got
Baby? number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I'm comin' for the title
I'm young, but my dad taught me all about survival
I don't feed into
getting bodied by a Blondie with a bun
I go dumb up on the drums like du-dum
Who want some
Make them sick right to their stomach pop some tums
They been
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way
There's no way
You must agree that, baby
In all the time I've been by your side
I've never lost control
No matter how many
lyrics so my country folks can feel it
got a rope ladder to get in let me unreal it
Hold my beer please don't spill it
Grabbed my shifter trying
I'm down to go for broke
Don't promote the smoke
But I'll overdose
Yall only know what yall supposed to know
Smoking dope with bro
We hoe for hoe
Out
about you, or maybe I still knew but chose to stand right by you
I don't think I died like that, but I could
I don't think she real no more, so I should
bitches irrelevant
If you scared, go to church, meet the reverend
Please don't make me get out of my element
Make my demons knock you out your skeleton
We
day at work at the clinic-of-hair
Then you remember that you're off
And you don't even gotta go up there
But how were you supposed to have remembered
the clubs all night yeah
Got the Madi on lock go viral
I know she, just eyed me
My gang lit, my wifey
My chains lit, I'm feisty
I'm iced out, you don't wanna
I'm a get the things you want from me
She said I don't care about that just call when you land
And when we done having sex, please say that you my man
This is tea-time with the worst
Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Back in my day we were three times more alert
Now I go through my old clothing
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
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