Lyrics:
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
these hits
In my Blue Tints on Yeezy instruments
She a lil chubby on my dick she do the twist
She get it from her mommy damn I love Brazilians
I smoke
oh, girl, your body good
Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood (yeah)
Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green
Same color gown by
Had to pee pee
Feels sneaky, kept in touch weekly
Broader cause he says he hit's
The pipe and gets sleepy
So hello to VC, watching Anna
My niggas hit
We aint out here playing checkers
Lil nigga this chess
Figure out the rest
Money coming in
Living life plenty fun
Done you never know
How many
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Don't hit me when you down bad
Peace of mind, I'm glad I found that
Kinda crazy that I'm not mad
But don't hit me when you, you
But don't hit me when
while I'm fucking it
I just can't put all my trust in it
I make it hot like a oven mitt
And she can't call me by my government
I know they gone love this
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
me out from the start
I counted the doubt in my thoughts
I counted out loud then I stopped
Started counting the hits that I've dropped
My Fingers ran
I'm tryna write these hits yah
You're unoriginal and unfunny
People be like who the hell is this
Coming in here tryna dislike a 15-year-old
Got no ice
saving by saying the same sayings staying amazed
For days stuck in a daze it don't even phase
You think you out of the maze you ain't making no plays
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
DeSaint, yeah yeah
Saints never die they get chubby and they move to Miami, yeah
I said saints never die they get chubby and they move to Miami
Never
Wait for me
Falling in love with the money
Bitch I got class, no study
And she got ass, snow bunny
Get that boy a tissue, nose runny
Back in the field,
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
off from my parents not many people hit my line
Only person that I had just stuck his dick inside my wife
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
get it
Times is money run it up by the minute
Ain't no jabbing I just walk off da pivot just hit up my dawg tol'em we gotta get it
Yea
Circle built
and it's hard for me to drive
Gettin head and gettin high, man, I make that pussy echo
Known for hit and runs, so I hope you got that gecko
Put it in yo
you wanna
But I pray you get the message by the time that I’m done
Reading the book of John, so shout out to Forerunner
Integrate the word in my flow,
there ain't no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'.
This is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin', baby?
me
I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens
That's why 'til this day they don't let me in
I be in
now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock
If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block
P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in
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