Lyrics:
But you abide by it
We yelling black lives matter
They yelling all lives matter
They saying blue lives matter
But do my life matter
And do your life
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my (bit)
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (lip)
So empty your
the camera
All my ladies, if you got it, let me know
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother
Lickin' her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple
her, then you lyin'
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (it's okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
I really wanna stop
But I just got the taste for it
I feel like I could fly with the boy on the moon
So honey hold my hand, you like making me wait
I really wanna stop, but I just got the taste for it
I feel like I could fly with the boy on the moon
So, honey, hold my hand, you like making me
take my chain in DC
I had to leave his ass wet
We ain't gon' speak on that all black shit
Tell the truth
Migos my family, so nigga fuck you
Okay! (free
Grab a hold to ya seats, my style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty, puncture holes in my teeth
Cavity creep, I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
your name? You wanna go a couple rounds with me?
I told her Nate Dogg is just the same
But she kept screamin' out, "Snoopy"
What's up baby? My name
the Hubble like a mothership
Nah, we went from raised up kings and
Queens just like our mothers did
Allow me to do what I do best
Then while you rest on my
G shit
What up?
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it
Well I'ma state my name,
lips
Slap dips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking?
really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him
now
Dirtied and bloodied my hands (Heh)
I could never make amends (No)
Dirty money, got the bands
Dirty money, got the bands
Who? What? How much? He
my sister
Got damn Im a loose nut no one can hold me
Pray you dont owe me if you do putting one in ya slowly
Bitch can blow me no pity dont care if we
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
overdue anyway, why you think that boy from my city
Who y'all think murder man wanna down a nigga 'bout the paint on top my face?
It's really a money
To do this, do this, do that'
That's real creative shit
And, when you're really not afraid
To be yourself, you're comfortable
It's like a web
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
some credit (Dipset)
Ya dude bring my cash on a verse
Plus I hold a welfare card, cuz that's how I work
I'm 'bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in
I wanna, let me get my ride on
It's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it
Rock, your body body, rock your body (rock)
Rock,
by my way
(You come by my way)
When I put my hands on you (And when I put my hands on you)
I wanna feel everything you got to give me girl, okay?
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