Lyrics:
your love (time for your love)
Make me high like a drug (high like a drug)
You make me sing this song
I'ma fight for your love (fight for your love)
on a Tuesday, yeah
(It's a good anime guys watch it)
Like a Martian (set on Mars by the way)
Little me be counting stars
Little me gon' be the first man on Mars
out question
Most of these niggas finessing
Most of these niggas too extra
Remember when they wouldn't play my songs
Tried to play shaff for a pawn
I
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
[Chorus]
I'ma get you for your paper
Make you leave you girl
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(Imagine that)
Have you calling me
I feel like I am falling
You're no there to break my fall
Got that picture you had drawn for me
Still hanging on my wall
Thought that we were meant
excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out, tonight
You already know what it's hitting for
Ma I got
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
something bad in the red coupe, black rose drowning in the red juice, no pistol in my pants it’s a fire arm, ever drove to mars with the fire on, baby butane
song
Oya yodi e s'eyin koma roll o koma roll
Oya tidi e s'eyin koma roll o koma roll
Toba yodi e s'eyin mo ma wo mo ma wo
Toba yodi e s'eyin mo ma wo mo
them
My red heart somewhere on mars waly prolly put it in him
Selling merch my only job
But I know niggas who do fraud Swiping cards
Shid I use to wash
of your mouth like a Zyn
I'm in the club, you ain't in
Okay, yeah
Even if I don't know how I'ma win
Counting this cash, by my bed
Okay, yeah
Counting this
and
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Another verse for
Shoutout to H-Town for the beat
Tyler, The Creator for the inspiration
Shoutout the people who live in Wall Hall too man
Y'all are excellent to us
not sorry
I didn't wanna make this song until I heard yesterday
From so and so someone close to you, you still saying my name
What happened
got the Lincoln right here, belonged to Loretta Lynn
The coalminer's daughter used to drive it to town
It's yours for a song and five hundred down.'
To increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue
We must all stay true play the game, nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame,
McQueen)
Know how to slime, I'ma stick by my creed
First song off a phone
Bnoutch did it on his own
Tackled off Hennessy, I'm in the zone
Mmm
I'm lit like
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Standing ovation
Round of applause congratulations
Winning ceremony celebration
Graduation this song for the occasion
This my grind song
Tony Montana
from Benue
I done died so many times but I still resurrect
Ain’t settle for the basic I’ve been reaching for the best
Put ma pain in every song so I
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
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