Lyrics:
said, "My name's Flo, and you're on the right track
But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back
So if you want to have fun in this man's land
Let
"My name's Flo, and you're on the right track
But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back
So if you want to have fun in this man's land
Let Lincoln
Remember days I was tryna
Climb out my misery
Met many men lost in abyss
Tried to kick me down
But present moment
I don't let it get to me
Rocking by
Welcome to birth, who tryin not to work ha
Beat it Michael Jackson M J mean
Do you remember Earth song M J mean
If we don't touch no one still
M J mean they
Hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, uh, uh
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my pen (pen)
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my sin (sin)
mind when Pete Davidson started fuckin' Kim (crazy)
He be dressin' dusty now, he don't even look rich
He been lookin' stressed since that white boy
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson like Michael Jack
Kylo Ren looking bitch boy
That is not a compliment, bitch boy
Hunt you down by
died and I'm in hell
Or I'm so high, my eyes can't see the ground beneath the clouds
Don't look down (don't look down, don't look down, don't look
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
This white T spotless, you would think I'm in the clan
I don't pop Xans, listen to your tape to fall asleep
This girl got a man in my DMs tryna talk
on the gram
Fuck how they feel
I might call Eric and get some advice about the business, he steady holding it down for The niggas
Though we don't kick it
QPs
How You Goin’ Touch Me & I Ain’t Local Brah
Take What, Rob Who, Boy Don’t Be Stupid
Don’t Let My Looks Fool Ya, I Was Bred By Shooters
I Was Outer
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
tomorrow
Never look down on me
This life is turn by turn
Don't call me a poor man
Am not a poor man
Don't call me a poor man
I refuse to be poor
Don't
got Janet Jackson braids baddies laying on him
Look what you done to me
Look what you're doing bae
Look what you're doing to me
And I don't know what
friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I played 'ready for the world', she was ready for some action
My
there
If I don't fuck with you
I don't mind you knowing I don't fuck with you
Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat
Khaza got
look at me now
Got ya man by the dick still holdin the crown
Yea baby that's him know he keepin the pounds (On deck)
Vv gang, got my neck on lit
Why you
Hamtramck, got the panoramic camera
Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat
I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic
With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson
from all this drilling
Well known AG villains
Me, SY got ZK's twinning
And SWavey, call that triplets
Chef man down until he stops moving (ching)
Still
Uh, I give my man props cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
three hoes followin' me (hoe)
Ho, ho, ho, I'm down the chimney (brp)
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look
that turned me down in grade school, aww they regret it
Let by gones be by gones, well bye, gone be reckless
I do not need you, I do not need it
I’m
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