Lyrics:
and used
How much more do I gotta take?
All that abuse
I'm controlled by you
I am owned by you
I'm controlled by you
Just a tool
Admit I did feel some joy
choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna
Use to blues your face (blaow)
Then cruise the state
Right after I lose the case (holla)
My nigga, i’m getting
fools hoe
Always tryna test it but you know you just a tool hoe
You a cigarette and baby i just bought a juul hoe
Yeah yeah, purple hair, oh you think
Nigga think he hot wit da tool
Ain't no bitch in me I'm from da zhoove
If a nigga try me then he loose
Hate thee niggas how thee niggas move
Nigga
If you lookin for the RRova you could catch me runnin up a check
When I fuck that girl she say that Im the best
Yes
But i gotta keep a tool where i
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
Bad ass jit and I didn't have shit
I had to get the bag grab the tool and a brick
I put the drugs down but my goons in this bitch
Smoking za cause I
Tell you what I got, tell you what I got
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I
(The point is what they never get, was out with tools before)
(By myself walking in the hood, It's up to you to blow)
Ain't no stopping, nigga use ya
(workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
I'm grippin' my tool (grippin')
Right when I dropped out of school (woo, woo)
And my dawg gon' shoot (baow, baow)
Sniper Gang, Kodak
'Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Cool man, free lil Tap Boy, yee
Why you,
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
teeth
And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me
My two
bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (tell you somethin' 'bout me
And trying to rip the trees out
By their roots.
Tools and leverage are what create this disconnection between inputs and outputs
Creativity, so the higher
Every other day make you do me well
Me I won vibe and I'm down with the tools
Thirty fingers and I'm down with my tools
Make them listen too
who's just using his
Bare hands and try
To rip the trees out by their roots
Tools and leverage are what create
This disconnection between inputs outputs
Wassup with lil dude, uh, we don't go by the rules
He always got that tool, uh, fuck with the gang
Now he gone be on the news
My city like a zoo, we
the rules
I got the tools
Im Bouta Take you to school
Ennie meanie dis o penny
Oh ah thumbalini
Ache cache liberachi
I love you
Oh baby I love you
Oh
Staying High just to get by, isolated vibes
Staying High just to get by, Say she like the way that Yami blasting wit' the tool, I say
I like the way she
fall
Cause recognising a blessing is an exceptional tool
You know I’m laid-back, everything is cool
Everything its destined, I’m not stressing at all
love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
The key
might fuck on my ex
I just might hit Montralette
You know I'm bussin' it's wet (uhh)
Up that tool (Up It)
Buck that tool (Buck It)
Fuck that do? (Nothin')
laws
CHORUS:
Cuz weird, is the new cool
It is, the ultimate tool
Sing like, you give a damn
That's right, this is the Jam!
BRIDGE 1:
A Yamaha CS-80 in
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