Lyrics:
spacing (fucked)
Coughing a lot I tell her pace it
I'm so high look mama I dun made it
Live a life more lavish than my payslip
Good wine's for more than
fucking, tranquilizers, rock and roll over
Nice hair, but bad habits
Shear the black sheep, when your wool’s jack shit, yeah
Now look at what yo mama said
I know that's gonna leave a mark.
If you play with fire you're bound to get burned
You would think by now that I would've learned
But she's lookin so
baby I ran outta time
I remember days when you used to hit my line
That was the time to be alive
Your soul is pure instead of ruined by the lives yeah
party)
Ain't no need for actin hard
When we pull your card, you're outta here, rules the bar
Most rappers sound the same, they foldin too much game
good got ur nigga calling me a keeper
Hold all calls tell dem folks naw ion need em
I can sell a bag full of perks or set a whole play for da work
If I
niggas said you're bottled up and stuck out on drama
We're trues for the life, running tears from your mama
Don't marry hood, nigga, plan it
about poor little me
I draw your picture on the wall
My phone is dead and still your call
My mama asked I told her I get by
That's such a lie
I'm
need karmic retribution if you've got good ammunition
And mama always prayed that someday she'd get laid
By some dumb fuck with a pickup truck and really
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah,
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah,
want you more
You look so good when the moon's out
I gotta get you home right now
I wanna be touchin' & lovin' on you
And you already by now
I've got
don't post drugs on the internet, this ain't no Instagram
I only talk money with the dealer, I can't do contraband
Oh, you're feeling good right now
Oh,
Staring in the mirror analyzing my all my flaws
Hated on by the in laws
Acting a certain expecting applause
Was that good enough manye hell na
Don't lie
Did
by dont know when I lost it
Maybe it's the kids or wife or the boss shit
It's crazy to think I started in the eighth grade
I swear to God that shit was
been marching on this turf by myself on alert
Mama call the nurse I think the symptoms getting worse
Progressing through the stages but the doctors can't
Been reinventing myself
While seeking out new beginings
Remember me from dedication that my new religion
All by my lonely cause i don't really do good
On a Gibson that plays right through ya
His daddy left him when he was fourteen years old
And they put his mama down at Franklin Funeral Home
He’s been
I picked you up when you fell
And cut your knee
Told you not to cry and
Are you sure Timmy will be back soon?
Sure any minute
Can you remember
This for my mama cause a white man took her at 14
Fuck you cracka fuck you bitch let me explain
I got beat by 6 cops 5 white one black
Wrist all
The bitch is back by popular demand (That's right)
You know my name (Yeah you do)
Say it bitch (What's my name bitch?)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Koblizzy
you're not a good friend
You said you'd be there till the end
I should call your silly ass pretend
Never thought you'd really turn weird
That's why I can't
that exciting life, She don't even care if you wanna treat her right
Just know that you're good if you on my side, attached to tha hip like my new Glock
noticed it was free
So we took to life with scorn
Like some bull grabbed by the horns
We wrestled and we wrangled, got up and asked for more
When just
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