Lyrics:
make a soft ass played out
Will forgive and forget yesterday
Now get 'em, Q, a pimp on foot, go to sleep, call us, wake up to a Cadillac
Remember Forrest
wont give up no)
You gotta keep going
(You can't give up no)
And don't give in
(Gotta stay strong y'all)
You'll get a second wind
(Just don't give up no)
next to the Star of David
On my chain swanging
On the chain hanging from my neck
Why she speak Ganglish
Knowing she ain't grow up in the set
She ain't
Tell me that you saw my text the night that I waited up for you
I hope you're better off up there, it was just 3 months ago you flew
By morning time,
the bridges to keep up moving
And you finally get to the other side
Forget about your past and let it flow
Today is when we can start to do it right
All these
calling all these shots, man like they been the police
Your a tragic little liar but your fine by some of them
And everyone of us should get along it's only
Magma
Y'all can't handle the heat
Aurora Borealis like my name up in lights
Either that of I'm too faded to speak
Lights up in the sky
Got that haze up
I'm I'm I'm so so
I’m I’m I'm so
I'm I'm I'm so so
Immm immm immm so broken that’s why I get high as hell
I put my heart up in my cup then add some
like we might have sex
Do me a favor, get a pen and put yo' name by this X
Girl, I want extra consent
I feel like we gettin' warm
Give me a second,
day imma get paid
By any means
Any means
By any means
Any means
Keeping my tooley up on me
You act a fooley I’m on it
Talkin about my work
Imma grind
up on stage
I pick up the mic and it's reload time
Don't know your songs but they know mine
That's why I got gigs just like Joe Grind
After
scared to lead
Too scared love will get the best of me
I know deep down by the zest of me
Hopefully some day I can give you that ring
But until
don't give a fuck
Not having convos
You get it or not?
I'm getting up there
And I know that you're not
And she's by my side and you not
Y no se como
let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
Out of the Heavens, August one, seven, sixty-nine
Born I, wonder why
and turn up wit me just like you turning a flip
(Aye Ayee)
I'm just tryna get rich that's by any means all of my money legit
Fuck copping a fit when I step
yea that's for sure
You need to bubble in and signature to make it work
And just to get a dollar you willing to get hurt
All I can say is
Hol' up (hol'
fictitious
That why I don't fuck with these niggas
Snitches tryna frame shit up, like pictures
Get shit popping all by myself
Niggas want favors, ain't gave no
the way you look me in eye when we finished
And you say that this is all me
(Ohh)
I’ve been thinking why you not here by my side
This thinking has me going
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
bitches from A to Z huh
You can't talk you pay to see huh
Not my fault she into me huh
You'll get burnt up third degree huh
Dodge these bullets just like
dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start
Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get
that hate, why don't you try flipping it?
I never went out out drinking Pepsi sips
And never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain't pretty so
began to
Start this shit
And tried to mess with my mind
I find that in the end you're just a big old..
I can't seem to recall why years have gone by
I had to get up in my bag
And get up out my feelings
Had to get up on my grind
Ain't no time for chillin
Before this Pandemic
I was good at social
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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