Lyrics:
feel, I know what to do.
Make sure she gets fixed before she takes him from you."
It's a hot August night and my sister and I are creeping down south
feel, I know what to do.
Make sure she gets fixed before she takes him from you."
It's a hot August night and my sister and I are creeping down south
shit better again
Walk in the door look at the time its 3:33
Call up a nigga that live up the street
Told you to leave a message at the beep
cause
He
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
to me, nigga, you mad at me
This ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be
This is that late night workin' after three, man
This is why my old girl
you need to calm down this is
Not even about the song anymore anyway
It's my turn)
YO, WHY DID SHE LEAVE ME cries for 3
Secondsjk bro but i am really
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
know how it goes
I got designer my clothes
One thing fasho is I'm not going home alone
1 2 3 taking shots to the dome
2 3 I just got in my zone
She like
I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see
by my side)
It's not over (it's not over, no, no)
It's not over (between you and me)
It's not over (hey, hey, baby)
It's not over between you
with
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again
It's 3 AM in the mornin'
Put my key
I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but
the elevator down. Aw these problems! You see I?m never on this level. Uh, maybe it?s in here.
EUBANGDERE
Oh my way, oh my way, oh my way...
KWIRK
You
I've been, in this dark hole for too long
That, its starting to feel like home
Look
Its 3Am
Sitting down playing my acoustic
Reminiscing my past,
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
different brethren lifting burdens with my gift from heaven
Jayso put me on this rhythm like it's xpliph & Sheldon
Lift da head & Spit da heavens down & quit
We put our dough together we can get it for cheap
Just tell me when you ready we can set it my gee
Three days later
This girl was flying out
Clark was
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