Lyrics:
shit
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya faggot
Niggas ain't no thugs
While I'm
bow
Gimme that riff
Gimme that bounce
Circle of fifths
Nah, we write by sound
Can't write in key
Only common time
If you want to listen to tech don't
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday
You can't
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday
You can't
the morning that's a red flag
Uh uh
No text back but In my views
That's a red flag
Shawty hang with hella dudes that's a red flag
She always got on some new
to you, back-back
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real, these niggas sci-fi
But that's neither
folks don't eat
Up all that good meat, uh huh
I believe she gonna' bring me some
I wanna take you back to
Harlem, uh huh uh uh harlem, uh huh uh uh
GIMME A SLICE
By Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche
Money position and power
Flashing back to the first impression
Hurrying year and slow hour
Are you
keep it in my own lane
Tried to shoot his shot but that n*gga ain't got no aim
Gimme dat- lil n*igaa
Gimme dat. Gimme dat
Gimme dat- lil n*igaa
to level up and go retarded
This ain't mainstream music, I see red when I rap
Don't compare me to these people who see red on a carpet
So I took off
some spiritual guidance
For many years I was student finding my truth in a bible
I had a fire inside of me I was just trynna live righteously
Back then I
From the problem when we can solve em' yea yea yea
Just come back and be the fine red wine to my glass
Never had a father to show me how love a girl
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
gimme fifteen minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I buzzed
Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga
Y'all don't really know Tre
Really know me
Really
to you non-stop
Gimme, gimme, what you got
My girl is super hot
I can make your body rock
Give it to you non-stop
Gimme gimme what you got
My man
pull up they be like) OK
OK, OK, (Damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room)
OK, OK, (I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain)
OK, OK, (I don'
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
feel the torque now
Thatsa- grippy-grippy
Motosport drippy-drippy
Mini-coop zippy-zippy
Razed by hippies
Dail back the hippy-drippy
Dail in just a pinch
If I die and come back make me black
Anywhere in the world on the map
I don't care if my hair got some naps
Rock a fro with a pick in the back uh
If
[Hook]
All she ever wanted was a rich man
And all she ever wanted was this d*** man
They saying all these beats are sick man
They saying Jordan gimme
oughta be in jail
'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene
Move over, baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
Little
oughta be in jail
'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene
Move over, baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
Little
I seen when I was poor
Pull up at the bank deep with 20 Blacks
Yelling boy that's mine better give it back
I need 20 stacks
Gimme 20 stacks
I need 20
back it up I want some
Whats your name what you under
I give her one of my tees with the logo
She reps Brave cos she knows I'm gonna blow blow
Now she
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