Lyrics:
of them hoes
I'm tryna fuck me thirty hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drive my Rolls Royce no more, I seen a fuck nigga in one
I heard some niggas
to sniffin' pill packages
On the side where felons reside
Tryna capture chips
Magged a bitch like dolomite
Need the dough Lamar Odom height
Flow potent like
MUCH DARKER
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
So check it out MAN!
And try not to bite the lyrics
POI!
So come in now with the chorus
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
playing them everyday
Talking about who bad minding them
How I must watch all of my friends
But let me ask you a question please
Aint you known by
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with an idea for my song's lyrics
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with an idea for my song's lyrics
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with an idea for my song's lyrics
I don't know how to make music oh no
I can't come up with
I'll never leave you alone
My words will be your home
Through high and lows my lyrics will be your repose
I'll never leave you alone
My words will be
to the plot of saving sin
She got demons greater than, you and I
And this message is to Denaun and Shady
You say we're friends?
Well, take care of Lyric, 80
I gotta make this shit perfect
Make sure my lyrics are perfect
Make sure my vibe is perfect
The treasure I'm bout to unearth it
Perfect
I gotta make
hills dat team spittn out lyrics talkn slick gon get
Yo ass hit choppa wit it get you quick splaka splake duck
Trick I betcha can't work da street like
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is
You niggas getting too fly but
Your lyrics are sloppy so tell me
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug
partner
By the name of Kendrick Lamar
You know what I'm talkin' about?
This is the ism this is the vision
You know what I'm talkin' about?
You gotta
of them hoes
I'm tryna f*** me thirty hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drive my Rolls Royce no more, I seen a f*** n**** in one
I heard some n****s
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
his lap
Matter fact
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back gunshot
The screen reads: "This is a
Satire by Kendrick Lamar"
It's not
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
Uh yeah
Kendrick Lamar uh
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker
But still I Hennessey drag
Alcohol numbs the pain
talking 'bout?
Church is definitely on the move
And we gon' continue
To hustle and grow and develop by far
As I rotate with my true player partner
By
Never sorry for being dope with all these lyrics lyrics lyrics
Never sorry for my endless links I release release release
Never sorry for leaving my
time
Only making a couple dimes
But I still produce my rhymes
Always going super hard
Read the lyrics, you'll be scarred
Making songs by the week
That
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