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on your chest
I got your ass on a pedestal cuz the pussy is wait
Cuz if I put the pussy on it then I'm testing my faith
I ain't being pushy nigga I don't
a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"
Mr. Mistake Maker time taker Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But
way too cold just to miss her
Uh-uh baby I am not your Mr
My darling sorry for the mix up
No tags like clothes for the picture
We ain't even on first
thought I got a bargain
But I ain't never been a thrifty nigga
Bae if you ain't busy I would still love to get busy with ya
Looking at your IG
Just missing
know ain't nothing mini by the mini-me
Foreplay your art class, the sex is the symphony
Have you busting them back-to-back like I wanted fifty feet
your chores
I ain't for the talking if you at the door
My arm on that hammer think a nigga thor
Got to be precautious fucking with you slores
Ain't
Time yeah
She got no time
Too busy working
I know you ain't in above your head so why you looking up to the sky
You don't need to pray for a sign,
Probably never even saw it comin', too busy bullshittin'
Caught him with his mouth runnin' ain't this a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The feds
life to live here, this town is a graveyard
Well every day the problem seems to multiply
And everybody's keeping busy getting by
Well if you listen
that we never met, I wish that we ain't connect
Like Lego, connection good, but mixed signal if you say so, like cardio
We sat up and down, but we
the rain come falling
Every drop look like a shooting star
Wishing all this pain would get erased but it ain't wrote in chalk
So if you wonder how I feel
(If
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
Truesay, it's the cap of the century
Laugh if you're sayin' it still
All the chattin' ain't gon cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who sayin'
Your little boy needs you nigga
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets
Your heart ain’t in it nigga
Ma said don’t let me catch out
There by the corner
your racks up
If you ain't want no smoke then bitch you better back up
My brody got the mack tucked
Can't let the energy effect the hustle
Need to get my
the heart"
"Y'all rambling on, and ain't sayin' nothing"
"I'm busy in the mind"
"I'm a go invent, I think I'll elevate my mental"
(Interlude)
Yo, see
riddim' I touch, I get busy
Ex-girl hitting me up, like "oh really?"
Let me know who's silly enough to get silly
You ain't got a million bucks, you're
day.
The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today
I say the s*** these people.
Ain't got the heart to say
F*** the harder way, we doing
jeannnn
You can't even help it over time
You just start missing me
You was calling up my phone
When I ain't answer I was busy
Always thoughts I was with
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
you're one if you ain't seen teardrops
Got them trust issues for some very reasons
How come every time I fall in love i fall apart and try to push it back
the toxic hittin' my line, I'm way too busy
If my ex-girl want me back, I'll tell that girl that she can miss me
At the top of my game, I might just get
the last girl caused
If she ain't with it, well that's her loss
These are the daughters of the women Nas talk about in black girl lost
I'm not your daddy
and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry
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