Lyrics:
to the sky
Nah legit we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Look in my eye
Tell me you here till you die
If you not baby I gotta slide
I gotta slide
I gotta
to listen to that joint L made"
Word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, why know what I mean?
Check this out why y'all
I got the key that fits
leakin until you gotta mop that up
Got you buyin' all these devices tell me whats that for
Whats that for?
So sad oh
Fucc you good like that
Whos gone put
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
gotta roll them dice
Gas rear view, never look inside
Passenger seat, homie will you ride?
Take a lie wit a sugar coat deep fried
She tell me she love
ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf
I bring the vibe, nothin ordinary I'm one of a kind
I'm from the mud baby you gotta survive
I'm from the mud baby you gotta survive
I bring the vibe,
I know I'm no adam and no eve
Aint leave no apple here
So tell your people have some decency
Sit back and chill
Stop acting real, scandalous
I guess
it country dumb
A Southern boy, all I do is bake cake
And guess where ya bitch
Comin' after spring break
Blessed with the gift so I gotta bring faith
Whats that
Can't tell
Hand held dream
Shot in hell
Deep space ghetto (streets)
Show me somethin'
I ain't seen before
Mystery hind that
Death
Yeah
Well
Look
Grace and guidance can change ya pace and mileage
Two lessons learned adjace' when I'd chase women in college
Fell on my face from
case wanted my respect in the worst way
couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess
(Yea)
You don't gotta ask stop all that explain'
Hold up I'm juss really trying to fuck on ya
She wanting Chanel (Yea)
Shawty wantin' a Birkin
You don't
a little mo
Cause that’s what I came to do
Oh lady
You ain’t gotta hide
Tell me why it took so long
For you to come by
Doesn’t matter at all
Go an put
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
till ya descend
Yo actions made the outcome, so go-go contend
But it ain't me, you see
Who getting schooled by UC?
Mental state stay gold
Proof?
Right
Ya ya ya ya
Bought by blood
The Lamb
Oh God we need your hand
I do not doubt your plan
Some things are hard to understand
I am so grateful you gave
lookin' for a genie
36-24-36 a hoochie with a big butt & some tits
she gotta be rowdy I mean be 'Bout It
share the nana with my boys or ya outtie
My El
down to it
the homie still gon' do his thing
you gotta give it to him
refer in 3rd person tell myself about my music
you got them screen door lyrics we
immature
I need to find a way to get away
From ya
Boy I ain't ya mama
No I ain't ya daddy
Gotta find a way to keep you from
Coming at me
Cuz you act like
Find that balance what you doing what you wishing
Hard to tell the difference Don't get me wrong, but you gotta pay attention
To the words that's in
Okay the flow so effortless
Came in stepping like the president
Just talked to god and he said the rap was heaven sent
It's evident
I can tell you
niggaz on your block
Up top I send my man a kite
Ya family gonna have to hold vigil
By candlelight
They think I wanted to hustle
That was a sacrifice
They
a nuisance my inbox is flooded
I’m still double cupping
The contract just came in
I guess I am running and still
I can tell by the numbers they gave me they
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