Lyrics:
it
I can't rush it
Got the juice I ain't bishop sipping Nantucket
Bro got pull get the strap in party ain't gotta tuck it
He like A.I with
with a purpose to find
A crime regularly committed is a good sign of commitment
Big truck and backflip, red stripe and catnip
Albert Einstein joined my
Gucci Gucci by Domino
(Giancarlo Pasquini, Federico Pasquini)
BABE I’M FEELING CRAZY, PARTY AROUND THE CORNER WHAT’S THE DRESS CODE?
WELL, I LOOK
She a hottie with a body, plus the life Of The party But she not a thottie, Don't smoke, don't do
Molly Lolly lolly, I love the lick on her Body
She
there practicing in the hot sun?
When ain't nobody else out there?
Because I'm tryna get it
Why are you not clubbing?
Like everytime I text you and invite
to be,
At this party here at the end of the street.
Like I promised every single week.
But I have to know by now, reliability is weak.
1993 I arrived,
some company
Well I'm a luxury
Fee fi fo fo let me see you hit the floor
4567 show me what you got and more
You talking like a big dog
Let me see you
living
Room we walked into, her black curled hair waving everywhere, older than her by a few years
His book is like a breath of fresh air, no one can
low on trust
I been snaked by the ones that I love
Show me how big is your heart
Give you the world
Make me feel like the one
She got that ill na na na
to rap u don't got me
flows dropping like Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Aint no stopping
The whole world's watchin
You clone carbon copies
getting bodied by
to the back she gonna eat it like a
luncheon
Uh, she gon' eat me like a snack
Niggas see the opps im throwing bullets like I'm Dak
It's a fully on this mac, If
important
Stop distorting the big picture
When will it hit ya?
[Chorus]
[JC]
A rich man in poor man's body
That's what I was growin' up, hustlin' for
Happy Birthday to me
Years go by so easily
Happy Birthday to me now
I remember white sweet cake
Party hats, pinatas and balloons
Birthday shoes
with the team 'fore
You get picked off one by one
Back in the trap, yeah, yeah
Scale-up them bags, yeah, yeah
Party finna get shot up, shot
Down, any
the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, hello
Little did I know
There I was Romeo, I was throwing pebbles
And your daddy
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
day)
Me I no dey like stress
Iṣẹ kekere owo nla ni mo nfẹ
Kinma j'aye mi sẹlẹnsẹ
All I want is big mney with a less stress (with a less stress)
Me I no
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
power made the plans sour
Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours
Click clacks from big gats and rags
Soon as the door squeaks they
block, lil' nigga, I can come by out the corner
I'm not trustin' these hoes, what I tell my momma
Comma, comma, come and cross my line, be Makonnen
I
we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
"Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely"
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big
you to get a job
You gave resumes, not a call
Anything for his kid
Never cared to be rich
The thought of consequences get dismissed when eatin'
in sixty nine
Middle class suburbs, every thing's fine
Fondue parties, my mom and my dads
Drinks being drunk and fights being had
I lost my virginity
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