Lyrics:
And things they didn't allow
And that's just so they just cool us down
And then I know they stole 'em down, uh
Do you beat your kids?
Do you read to your kids?
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
album was real, but I called it a joke
Can't say how I feel, cuz they think it's a joke
He's TT, he can't feel a thing!
I pour out my heart every time
the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin' dope?
But the only thing you good for now is droppin'
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
things
I'm spending time wit'cha
If he ain't actin' right (right? right?)
I'ma up and leave him out of spite, right?
And when I leave he just goin' sit
the trenches you goin ride or die
No more looking back the past I wave bye bye
Having loyalty you're always by my side
She keep on eyeing me and said that you
Impossible things
Are happening every day
Impossible things
Are happenin' every day
Impossible things
I split the skies, change the weather (ooh)
I
This is just a few things I
Think about while you niggas rap!
I don't hear you!
Buy a Cassidy album in 2019?!
I won't dare to!
You ain't nothin' 'but
Ahh, ey, there's a fire church
Brbrbrbrbrda
Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wantin' to fuck shit up
And make a country rap, baby
So, let
motherfucker ain't find a brick in the fridge
Only got 10k, fuck that, we goin' back, lord
(Man, fuck that, man, we goin' back, I told you the fuckin' brick
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back
I pour
albums
But these the things I live my life by I ain't tryna live without 'em
Momma told me that I'm gonna grow up make her proud and
I been on my way I'm
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore
doin where he goin
What chain was he wearin, what he drivin ,was he glowin?
Who givin him head, who he hittin, who he go wit
Who you seen him in
like a rap god, slim shady
Feel like nobody messin with me lately
This one got the fam goin crazy
Eating up the beat, man this thing is tasty
Like it’s
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D-I-O-R-
They
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