Lyrics:
up
You ain't got as much money as us (nope)
We sent Campbell in 'cause he got goggles on
And he's pushing something foreign as fuck (ow)
Now all I
time
Something, bother, in my, mind
You can't really get out of this
The place you occupy is hazardous
I gotta be a little dumb
Cause you're not that
to get next to them, sometimes I want to drive them all away
Say: You're not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet
I
hoes that i got in my life
So they watch me on IG they watching my live
They watch me of facebook i aint gonna lie
They even wanna know the car that i
there when I needed a friend
My love, and this is all I want
Always been working for a key and Benz
A little spot by the Seine, is where I'll be in
'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I
'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I
(on you)
But if that nigga only knew (only knew)
You've got a lot of freak in you, baby
Well now it's startin' to rain, I pop the roof
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
the face but she need a little booty
I got a brown chick that used to sell that white
I told her if she go to jail then she failed at life
I met her
voice
Asking myself up on the daily like can I live without you?
I'm thrilled by our sex, but more in love with what we go through
Look how far we
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
nice I'm outta the classroom
Got 'em jumping up and down they love me at Wazzu
Break necks make checks, boy you testing me
I'll haunt you in your
going real fast
This is rose that you pick that you'll never give back
I got homies way in Seattle living
We got hummus dippin' to jerk chicken
Got
to play, now whatcha got
Wish I had you to serenade by Galapagos waves
Something new to celebrate, we rejoice in your name
All the plays that we made,
'll give it all I've got
Gloria, Gloria
It rots
Victoria, Victoria
It lives in all of us
Gloria, Gloria
It rots
Victoria, Victoria
It lives in all
‘Cause our lives suck!
[Christmas Eve]
Your lives suck?
I hearing you correctly? Hah!
I coming to this country, for opportunities,
Try to work in Korean
I can do long term But I still want my soulmate
Just cut me off cause I don't think I'll ever change
No one by my side I feel like Alicia Keys
I don't
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
live in Seattle
This is lyric battle
Father an daughter jackal
So don’t be an asshole
What the hell is going on
Cuz all I hear is garbage
would burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Guard at the gate, live in a mansion
Rap
when you’re fucking depressed
You start overthinking, get up all in your head
And every little thing makes you want it to end
But I know your secret,
goin' on-uh
[Nelly:]
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My
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