Lyrics:
it is, what's all this tension?
They just see them changes, nigga
I be all by myself, thinkin' 'bout nothin' but life
How the fuck I can change
on dead opps, ain't no floaters
He tryna run but I click and it's over
Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder
Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get
the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell
always cool though
My job got me a bankroll
I'm not coppin' a lake home
That ride already bait hoes
Bad cops walking the same road
My pop taught me to hate
memorize verses, boy anybody can regurgitate sermons and I ain't even impressed by the ones in churches
Folk be tryna swallow more bible knowledge, get
[Verse 1]
Shorty lookin right in the club
I know she feelin me but she takin her time
(But she takin her time).
She dancing all by herself
it's like you clean yourself by rolling in shit
you clear your head by pouring stuff into it
we're going crazy for a plasticine boy
we've got
Pull over and talk to us egor,
Why your man keep pealin off when he see us,
He one of them hot head niggas, He'll cool off in the freezer,
That's my
The heart of a wife
But she won't unlock it
All dressed in white
And face in the blankets
The nights with the boys
The razor in pockets
frontin
Don't have my vocals sings shit like we was cool or somethin
Its a fact, I think all rap is whack
And if you feel like I feel, then you ain't got
bleeding on the cross
Taxi driver fares Italian clown
Little boy is caught with his pants down
Fury through memory
I got a hi ho silver and a new TV
I
seen somebody Do to me what you do Never been close to the edge nearly Lose my cool I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant But I'm hung up on you I think you're
give it all away
If he won't be here next year
Feeling Christmas all around
And I'm trying to play it cool
But it's hard to focus when I see him
and autumn too nigga no autotune
Niggas want smoke I don't see em through the fucking fumes
We don't show it when we got it boy that's a beginner's move uh
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
And when the cool rain, hit the hot pavement/
All the fools yell, BLOCK PARTY IN THE BASEMENT/
Poker faced boys was the crew with the aces/
Picture in
I've hope you've got a better plan, because
When it comes to boys playin' it cool
This city girl is old school
Don'tcha know that
Sittin'
Every time I touch down in a city of yours
I mix and mingle with my boys, shootin' winks at the broads
Shootin' drinks to the players, keepin' in peace
done heard about me, putting it down
Pound for pound, by far the best in town
[Hook]
[Magic]
Go on twist it, till you dislocated (daaamn)
Y'all help
you are
Ya stupid, stupid, stupid kid
Ya junk freak etc, etc
This guitar wasn't paid for by my mom and my dad
I'm not a college boy in a band,
Hmm, Nuri je cool
Šperky blinky, blinky
Moje chicks sú pretty, pretty
Robia dance na môj pipi
Aquafiny všade cítim
Holla, holla, daj mi lovky
Cez
missions call em stalker moves
People always stalling they wit all the fools
Staying in the trouble niggas call it cool
Land in jail and no one gon be
niggas running like a gender reveal
You a child in this world I can tell it
Baby boy cast lil homie
And guest who’s Melvin
I strong arm you for the bag now
And it's cool, I like Walmart
I got the deals a la Carte
My studios state of the art
Go Ahead and can Call me art
All my work is a work or art
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