Lyrics:
play bout mine
Aye let’s get it
I pour lean in my drink mama always say you gotta watch
40 by my side aye nigga ain't playing bout mine
Opposition
have to do|The gypsy life means passin' through|I love the open road||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
He's so pretty that it hurts
Looks a mess, but it still works
And I'm a sucker for a
Trainwreck when I see one
I know my mama wouldn't approve
Daddy
Oh oh oh oh
The love I require is ride or die
So if you're down I'm there for life
You workin the block I'm by your side
He's selling drugs but he's
there, boy I'm lightin' up that ass I'ma fill him with lead
And they never finna count the cash 'til I look up at the dash and realize I'm out of gas
So
better,
I'll explain it to ya.
But, for now, we'll just say Mama was real, real bad.
She was bein mean to Dad and made him real, real mad.
But, I still
Ah
Whoa
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first
look up to me if I'm lower than low
Woah
Been my brothers keeper just cuz love is love
Told him to never be sorry for needing your family my nigga cuz
What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
the circuitry of thrown derivatives reimagined
in new rain, and wonder will that drown them
in our endless drowning? ain't big mama's edgy
bread, o las
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
family good some days, yeah
Look, all them homicides has a nigga traumatized
You know I apologized for all them times my mama cried
A couple partners
to much
I thrive off the challenge, I'm a childish fuck
I love toys so I'm by the buck
I hate to lose so I play too rough
I speak my mind and say I say
I was riding in my car one day
In the express lane rollin on the freeway
And suddenly the phone rings then I
Reached down beside me then i look
go Call of Duty
Won't let him fuck but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that
Look
I'm just waiting for the day
To see you looking in my face
And La'Von baby boy
Daddy loves what you're doing
Damn
Yeah
Yeah 1976 nigga
Yeah yeah
Ayo
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
(Beat Execs)
(Mercybeatz, nigga)
(K4producedit)
Look, look
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts
Whoa
Yeah
Look
I got people in my circle but not in my corner (Wooh)
Coming to you on live like a TV supporter (Wooh)
Got a sword and a shield
to a savage
I ran headfirst into the streets
Didn't look for bad traffic
Fell in love with chasing money
Didn't know our love was gone be abandoned
Cut by
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
& Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All
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
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