Lyrics:
the streets
(Weren't into the streets)
Niggas can't talk about me
'cah I've dun put in work for the G's
And I still put in work for the team
(And I'll do it
on too if it would give me Givenchy. cnd for the real sugar daddies, perhaps I can just see it as a form of charity and being selfless by putting a girl
friend
You probably in denial
I fuck her that's the end
Cause she can't have my child
I don't need a new bitch
I just need a new blick
Put it to your teeth
a new house and I paid it
And it wasn't from none of the gang shit
Got a Rarri with the windows tainted
Can't hang with no goofy niggas
I got in my bag
bae (skrrt)
She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake (uh huh)
Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake
Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say
I think I
I do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two's
Gotta go, I
bitch to sock it to my pocket, then revoked the bitch (gone)
All I wanna do is get some head and blow some smoke to this (smoke to this)
Hopefully she
an amputate
Know I do what I wanna do
Meditate for the solitude
Really came from the bottom dude
When I shoot Ima follow through
I'm on go like Geronimo
Get it
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I'm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
me in this club making wedding plans
If I take pictures while you do your dance
I can make you famous on Instagram
Hot damn it
Your booty like two
Throughout my struggles and all
My life lessons i gotta stay humble
I gotta count my blessin's
I'm puttin' God first in anything I do
Greatest in the flesh,
toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée
There's no way I can care about much
You probably do the most and it's never enough
King Midas, I can make gold with
of my bed and start rolling it up
Bill my spliff the suns in my eyes can’t
Ask for more I got more than enough
My lyca phone is starting to blow I
Said
on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how
on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how
back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo
know alot of caucasian people don't really do the Hennesey
But the way I make it I will in 'um
Covert alot of people every year and
On Saint Patties
You said that you did it for you and your niggas
But couldn't do it for you and your yourself
Coach put me in now, I'm hittin top shelf
I'm king
a nigga gone and hit yo krabby
Eat it up eat it up eat it like patty
Cake
Yeah I'm running through the trap like a track-meet
Nigga want smoke he can at me
Walking home
On Saint Patty's Day,
I found a lucky penny,
Along the way.
Put in my pocket,
The one with the hole in it.
These days things don't seem
through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never
Fire in the cut
Case it get tragic I'm squeezing
Look at these Loubs they cost a band
Aye nigga I'm bleeding
I need a Cuban I need a Patty jewels make it
you know it's my comfort zone
Makin so many moves I can't count em all
Shawty say she is different nah I tried em all
I keep climbing I ain't really
my ex she correct
I was in my feelings when everything changed but its a blessing they left
When I'm underwater I want Krabby Patties don't want no
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