Lyrics:
mercedes, only seven-hundred bucks
I couldn't make my trembling fingers dial that number fast enough
The woman who picked up the phone said, ''Yes, it's still
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
ain't no mystery, your finger itchy, if she a groupie
Once you go up, once you go down, let's keep it Gucci
You take her head, I take all the jewellery
was his name?) , you mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain
Over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked
By Crackhead Lorraine?
A fuckin'
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin'
kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
Keep your hands off my blunt
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves
Beneton,
fingers hurt
Leave something that'll ring out after
In the rafters of the Mother Church
Tell the truth, play some chords
Pay your dues and praise
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
the backseat finger fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
Start trippin' over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life
Well, my daddy took me campin'
Out under the stars
Left me by the fire
While he hit the bars
And I broke my finger
On a trailer hitch
Mamma
(Emily Dickinson)
If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could
Pimpin' pimpin' pimpin'
Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out
Can we have all the real pimps
Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air?
Now
neeky keyboard warrior sweating my name but where is your cheddar
He'll get hit in his back he got poked in his chin tell the jakes it’s a 4 day
Some
to meet your boss
Holly wore a cross to ward them off
Yeah, there's camps down by the banks of the river
And it's sketchy in the night but they mostly
me
I can hear her twirling the ice with her fingers
She's got that half-dead look in her eyes by now
She worries about me
He's not like the
The other
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
Hammer woulda been a pimp, right
Word, and Jimmi woulda dug us right
Word
Get yours, float up to the stars
Planets hits a spot bout six blocks
Lost half my heart at 16 I'll give it all to bring him back
We came a long way remember we was pushing crack
Raised by the code of the streets my
and fingers to the bone
burning candles at your backdoor your
Tired of this petty life you lead
A series of dull events
A two bit half assed attempt
"fuck you" from my middle finger (yeah)
I'll tattoo my trigger finger (yeah)
Bring real beef to your dinner table (brrah, baow)
My mental state ain't
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
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