Lyrics:
my girl and my little man
C'mon, baby, pack your stuff, get ready
"Damn, why your face all sweaty?"
Just hurry up, don't throw no fits
I'm a dead
apartment with a built in bar
I'm bulldozin' tree, she sippin' alc
Get so high you don't know where you are girl
She told me before she sipped
When she get
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
Why do I hurt to fly
Over every town laying down the line, no
Die in the clouds above
You and I've a friend that I do not love
I wake up, it's a bad
mind
I spit fire in lit by design
Cuban links for my criminal ties
Cuban hits for subliminal lines
Pray you ain talking me
The nigga I Roll wit well they
of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close
With the
I don't give a shit if he's singing
Tell him to hurry up
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Why the world so hungry but we fed up
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly
Just wingin' over things and nothin' deep inside
Nothin' going, going wild in you, you know
You're slowin' by
Un huh yea
Un huh Bass
Line you can't
Fuck wit
Me if she don't remember
My anniversary
I know that
Bag will
Nigga you
Know so Look
Im a
Applaud not
believe
Don't feel sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, I'm just fallin' from grace
I'm naked in
You got away with using your words, but you know it makes me doubt myself
I don't know why I ask you for help, cause I know in the end I'ma hurt
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
(No the shape I don't know why I asked for a shape but it kinda looked pretty cool)
(That's awesome)
(Yeah man)
Cause he's stuck on I-75
(This endings
and kick doors
He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fit for
I know why these niggas pissed off
'Cause my kicks twelve hundred smelling like
Line lil' boujee, all my bitches got a bad mouth
You didn't wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now?
Put your hands down and point to, I'm
confused, im buffled dont know what im saying
Speaking in tongues, no one can hear me
Your ears in tune with the sound of my heartbeat
Told you i love you you
Feeling lil shawty I know she feeling me I'm gone pull up in a Range Rover
She say her n**** ain't home say come over
She know I'm a thug and don't
the streets than live in gorgeous homes
A lotta heavy conflict zones, the swords are shown
I'm tryna study all the language on the Georgia Stones
To quote
in my hand
Y'all don't understand, I'm doing what I love and what I'm called to do
Man, it's a blessing
But I don't want attention, I'm just trynna
senses
Who do you love? Who do you believe in?
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch
holding down the back field
Turnt in the club to my own song y'all don't really know how that feel
Ofas fah they be speaking pacific
I'm really about it I
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
fashion
I'm being Neiman's just ball in the snap
Double M G, we gone crush y'all
If it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all
Bitch ass niggas, they don't want
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
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