Lyrics:
the motivation, giving me the power
All my day ones stick beside me and we'll run over you cowards
Uh people mix up feeling like I ordered sweet and sour
I said
Can't let myself
Can't let this chance go to waste (wait)
If I don't do it then I'll be messin' up my taste (wait)
I don't care what you hear this
'm bitching
No crowd can avoid the D-O to the see
When I'm P-E-are-F-O-are-M-I-N-G
On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
And known, I rock a funky
Show me a good time is all he was tryna do
He asked if I'm riding, it wasn't difficult to choose
Told me stick with a g like him, I'll never ever lose.
hatin'
They see me on a wave (Woo)
I'll show you off today
Double G on ya waist
Buy you Chanel with the Birkin
Got these other ****** lurkin'
Mama I love
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
It's been a couple of years now
I think it's tie we go see that shrink man
Aye
I know so
I'm sorry I can't help you
What do you mean you can't help him
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
you're the shit nigga, ya smell me?
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be
Save me from my friends
My foes, I'll handle all on my own
Fuck the way you're feeling, brah
If you can't take a joke
Just let me know
R-V-N-G
Just let
the hydrant
So you can't put your burnin' furniture out (oh my God, oh my God)
I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
While our
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
complicated
She was gone by the month
Tell me shawty wassup
I've been stacking the bucks
Getting money like the lotto, you would think that I won
Mix the liquor
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
(Yea) Hardly you ain’t got a army you sorry
I promise I’ll take in the world with these fists
Now that they chirping I’m searching in lurking
I’m working
I'm systematic, hydromatic
I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz
I don't play guitar, still on your radar
And you can help by screamin, fuck you
Rooftop
Then I'll show where you to go
What to do
How to do it
Brief you in on all the ropes
See you then
Aite Frank
Cool J
Safe Kane
Gotta go
So I
sinners got to be a lil choosy
Sorry that I set you up for you to lose me
Huh
No I do not want to settle
Good and evil let's meet at middle
The rest of you
like to have a little tease
Better have your guard up around me
A bus I'll throw you under you'll see
Gotta retaliate or bleed yeah yeah
Watch it
See
to sea shore
When's the last time you seen the G in the G4
Don't worry I'll wait
Time's ticking I'm tripping
I'm slipping, I'll wait
Into the zone
it I'll levitate your crew
Nigga you don't represent the real
My nigga don't ever say you do
I turn that scene to a crime scene
Don't make me yellow
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to piss in
Rapping when the teacher taught
I used to get detention
But by the time I got home
I see that belt spinning
Shit sorry for memory lane
Just
try to fight
Expectations worse when you have 'em sayin'
It was nice to meet you sorry but you're not the type
I'll be lookin' something better and I'll
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