Lyrics:
On the fields of Anfield Road
To success I've said good bye good bye
Tracy's braces trace your face down
Plead guilty or she'll leave you by yourself
Please don't
Imma start off on this tip
Pen this pad with my pencil (Yeah!)
Just tryna make a hit
Thoughts up in my head
They now starting to click
Pusha
Girl I know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side
If you ain't gettin' it, I'm about ta roll ya right
Like a dodgy blunt (ho)
Pickin' thrown off
boobie
No dey touch my body
This one na for the very very big big bad sharp guys
And I was like baby girl this is not fair
Lemme touch your boobie if na
Tracy Edmonds, that was a cool lie,
And the steroids must've made my money longer
My revocal stronger
Timbaland beats harder
Try to write through
might have been
No we'll never know
What might have been
(this song is actually by Little Texas, not Tracy Lawrence)
go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my guns
Wassup right now
I'm high in the clouds
Wassup right now
I met that girl I made her smile
Wassup right now
I'm comin for the crown
Wassup right now
I
Not even if I was to pick up on FaceTime
You're wastin' time hatin' on another nigga
When you could be makin' money yourself, ho
Featherweights, I
it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for
then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not goin' work
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my
to me I adore being
Just an abnormal being never rap normal now
Whats it like not being crazy I don't know
Im just an alien playing with these I don't
a private getaway
Doing anything I can for a Kendall Jenner date
But if not then it's on to the next, don't be mad at me
She's the one that's missing out
gon' work out, we are not a match
Said you done for and I'm better now, I guess that I'm blessed
Say you asking all these questions but I'm not taking
Stop, wait, hold up, a nigga tryna roll up
But only if I could roll with you
So baby what’s up
Now what you tryna say cause
I’m really feelin' like
It's 40 an ounce I came by it
I can't lie, the truth is important
I can't hide it
Some of you forgot what you put
In and can't find it
No wonder you
then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not goin' work
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
that's "Prod. by db (G!)"
Oh, mickeys? Mine's not mini
You got hickeys? Not mine, sweetie
Got ya misty-eyed, bye bye
No, I
Don't abide by your rules
She
that water you swim with the fishes
Had to get smarter now I'm reminiscing
Stay with my squad ain't no room for division
Always loved art now I'm
just lied
Never fuck wit me even if I just tried
Bitch I'm not Christ but you get crucified
Call up Lil shad we rob yo ass blind
Laugh at you niggas, you
I'm eighty.
I see you drool over my success, it's tasty.
Now if you bite my style its crunch time. I don't only act vile, in punchline.
of work
Is not a piece of nothing fronting
If I'm bringing peace to Earth
When you're falling into this tune
It's like you're crawling into your tomb
you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo.
Lets pretend you my Cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas.
Keep you together in my
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