Lyrics:
Carolina born and raised
Never took the shorter way
I ran out of money while I waited for my quarter pay
Took a two day drive to try to get up in the door
get a minute of you time, yeah you see dah dress deh weh a ride up Every time, yeah mi love it girl, mi love how you design, voom drive mi car up pon
you off on figuroe
You nikkaz know
I’m mr get it out yo hoe
So if you want her
Keep her from me
Buz it’s really PGO
Step on scene
Bout this green
Made a deal with myself in the middle of the quiet night
Mr. Nice Guy I know he exists
But that shit runs deep that's a light skinned tendency
Don't get
Hey there, teenage Baltimore!
Don't change that channel!
'Cause it's time for the Corny
Collins Show! Brought to you by
Ultra Clutch Hairspray!
the crib it's going down
Her voice melodious
She tryna get a kid by me
My name is blowing up
Signing deals Mr. Forbes
Price is going up
Like to keep it
when it light up
Straight up, bright up
So me make you feel my girl so nuh fight love
Me and you together, my girl a di right stuff
Me get fi found
a school teacher
About convincing as a preacher, who smokes reefer
Why don't you give it up just put the mic down
Get out of town with that noise, this is
that shit is trill
That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
You see what this girl do that, that chump might just panic
A crew
Uh, They may not like me for this one
Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway
Mister Hood
Dear Mrs. Independent Hoes
Lookin' for ya like my
Ay, ay, ay
Bro, I don't give a fuck what you say
Wake up, yuh, I'm feelin' like Dray
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Bro, I don't give a fuck what you say
I can feel it in my soul
I don't want that bitch I told to get back, had to slow down
You can call me Sub Baby, or call me Mr. Lowe
Rather be by
dis bitch
I'm bout to run up a sack in dis bitch
I'm lookin fashionably rich
I'm calling shots from the top of the Ritz
You know them candles get lit
If you don't feel me, then you'll feel me now, I'm like an edible
Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretched like incredible
Drop it hit, I hit bad bitches
out the booth (M&M's)
I got water, let's take us a cruise (splash splash)
Get the pot then I give 'em the blues (uh)
Your neck is not wet, it is fu'
business minus the drama
I could tell by ya eyes that you into me not the dollas
I'm tryna put you in a big ass crib like the obamas
So wsup, it's going up
on the gas
I ain't letting up, I can't treat her like the last
I ain't letting up, I had to get up off my ass
It's me versus me, don't give a fuck who's gotta
ascension
You say my life only leads to Satan
But the days go by and I'm sick of waitin'
Give a fuck who waste their time on hatin'
I'ma tell a fuckboy
Promise me you'll sleep tonight.
Get back up off the ground.
Stop falling down.
They're slowly sucking from your bloodstream day by day.
Your eyes are
this song
We could drive around town
Get a coffee and watch the sunset
We could stay up in the rooftop
Making wishes and count the stars
Show me your
I start with with ya face, and move on to yo body
In the corner by her feet is where I sign mr Harvey
Shorty shaped like an 8, got me actin like ape
eyes stay shut
Keep on grinding til’ I get the paystub
Make it rain while I deposit to the bank fill the tank up
If I could vibe then I’mma fly
Think I'm
it til it burst then it shrivels then I'm back call me Mr pickels serve it on the block hit you yeah get the perfect picture Picasso oh yeah I love
the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
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