Lyrics:
Moore
Maybe Melba Moore
Sing while Mya dances on the dance floor
Mary Jane, or even Mariah might be a queen
Maybelline or Amerie or Tina Marie
Or Melody,
bullshitting
Naw, Ain't shit to to think about, go ahead, tell em to seal em See Ciabatta has the nutrition, to feed his addiction
Shit could go right, or can go
on chrome
Down south we got dvd's inside our home
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we ballin for the millennium
I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one
Realest only in the motion
Leaders we are ain't no potion
Tryna stole it no they can't right
Want me out yea in the end
Believers the kids yea they
They early birds get the worm first so I need mine by noon then
Just ah lil faded I ain’t swerving but I’m get right to it
Hope you niggas hearing every
saying my name
Outta context, no contest I ain't playing them games
I'm too complex with concepts but I stay in my lane
'Bout my conquest to confess I
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
all these hoes
It ain’t her place for to know
I’m havin hoes on the the side
Can’t stand on side of no hoe
Right after backshots i’m gone
I had to cash
To all these niggas you an idol
I ain't caught the breeze I must've been a typo
No, no, no
Yeah
Everybody goin' mad over you
Heard them niggas say you make
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
you find no God inside
They taking lives for the right to lie
Destroying everything in sight
We derived from slaves
They was raised by the masters
So
robber, a hot-shot driver
A crack rock slanging motherfucker for a dollar
If you dare to be laid, then off in the Lincoln
But if it ain't no way, then
Ain't really pick my path a young nigga he got chosen
Free the turtles, this why I don't really be into using Trojans
Window open, day by day opportunity
a fucked end of a joke, a punching bag but in disguise
Can't stay from near me, ain't no hope, addiction call me all the time
Can't get a fix, that bitch so
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
addictions
That right there was a fatal attraction
Just got a dog that boy tail wagging
Forgot what I loved so I had to get back in
Beats by AE really been
I doubt it
I'm taken by the thought of it, ayy (ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction
I'm so strung out
raised by my mother (Mm hmm)
And she was raised by her mother (Right)
So I guess I'm a bad mother
(Shut yo', shut yo')
But anyway, I know the ladies love
on outside
And my people gotta paint they faces on.
And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do
Is work and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no trophies
But I got
the best, yes, yes
I gotta bad Addiction like Jane's
I feen to get fame
So I stay out late
I paint my name on walls and trains
I don't get paid a fee
For
silenced by addiction
Runnin' stop signs like there's no tomorrow
Stars align inside a forty bottle
Need a shot to feel functional
Hit the bar to feel
(The right way?)
Been asleep but I'm listening
And I never gave a fuck about a fuckin' vison
I been struggling a lot with a pot addiction
And I
bout that paper and ain't no shortstop in my cash or checks
I get full of ana and get to standing up on these niggas necks
Betta show respect we
and bomb weed
Talking surfing and smoking
Sour D got me floating
Grew up right by the ocean
My life is wavy no coasting
Don't know the depth that I dove in
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