Lyrics:
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
hard on them know, got a pimp card that I show
And a bourgeois bitch, I dump cigars on that hoe'
Give a model something to swallow, send her back
Never could it be right
I'd try sometimes
So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime
Would I bring his name in it If
to Hakkasan
I give her food and all she
Want to give me back is
Whipping whipping whipping in the kitchen
I told my little nigga that
He really got to listen
I
at gettin' by
Well the longer I'm gone, the more I see
The city brings out the country in me
And finds it's way into every song i write
That's why I sing
pace on that
You ain't gotta bring it back
Mi casa su casa nigga you the underdog?
Proper we gotcha listen to the monologue
Plot out a pop up bitch
to the door got bouncers like
"we don't want no war"
You be shook stressed out like oh fuck
Bring the drink you're pushed
Down you'll throw up get shown up
Me
Who u kno lost it all n got it right back
Sharpened up my mindset
No more getting side tracked
They tried bring me up on charges I stood tall on all 10
a strain
Still remember reloading on a Q
We got them jungle boys, it ain't Mowgli and Baloo
The CM wishing they could bring me back
Cah they still need
truly
Kind of love you only see in Hollywood movies
Fake ass, fake boobies, how they fakin' on they own
When you blow, they want you bring it back home
send you to remember me by
To make your time more, easy passing
Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing
Mr. Cripple man, do you still feel your hands?
The light you never fill, she's waiting by the door.
While atoms play around, you sit here
tomorrow
Well, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm
true say the opps gotta agree by now
Our block still winnin' awards like Federer
There ain't no back and forth in it like Nadal
The opp boys bored,
discussion.
Dual personality, half me.
Doc Jekyl when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku.
So Tootsie Roll, motherfuck, back to your seat, 'cause I don't
I ain't did a squat
Used to work on my step back and my jump shot
The day that I'm broke is the
Day that my lungs stop
I came up off stealing shit
(This that TBAC & that G V N G and the
Ninersdoesn't matter how you found usfrom
UK back to Charlotte)
Yeah another day another play unfolds
For
tryna fill some rubber bands
I knew i couldn't love her she a hoe she a hoe she a hoe
She just mad that I ain't hittin back or pickin up my phone
Baby its
Cause I've always been writing songs
Checked back in the game came setbacks didn't expect that didn't know how to take it
Bow down dead that forget that
Telling me that I'm the reason
That my mom fucking left (What?)
These dudes who would use her bitch
Are you crazy? (Are you crazy?)
You knew all the facts
RAP BATTLE the flash vs sonic
Bring me in and the mic is gone
A gaming icon Speeding past your ass since 91
I’ll fire up the track and
Fry up
it's done, then I reload
(Roll it) never no telling what I'm holdin'
Beating on her pussy 'til it's swollen
In the back streets, y'all minds being molded
(Yeah)
Yeah but I'm back like I never left
I got 'em scared like they waitin' on a drug test
I told my niggas I'll make it with or without the press
I
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