Lyrics:
Yah Yah
You know losing Is cheap man!
That's why most of these negus afford it!
There's somethings on my mind Yeah there's something on my mind
losing pressure
When I tell someone
Oh, I'm losing pressure
This pressure, it's the by-product
And this by-product is the fuel
The fuel for my soul
It's
a bonus
A year went by so I gave up waiting
Moved in with Johnny's sister
A German call girl with a wooden leg
Specialising in one-legged tricks
He
better do something quick
And leave split lickity wick
You know that im a a sick
You know I gotta go
Before my blood gets sucked by a hoe
What if i catch
ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Hands on ya knees when you throw that ass back
Make him beg and plead just to eat it from the back (AND THEY
up
Don’t give a fuck about no trick so I’m just gon’ get my bread up
Uh, yeah, I’m fed up
Don’t go try and spout the rules when you know that you ain’t
it when you move in close
Oh, and I get this feeling (feeling)
But I'm feeling like I'm losing control
Honey, you got me with your tricks
Honey,
wicked, I didn't check the rhyme
'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it
And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some
Just kept digging deeper
Cause I ain't know how to repent
Cheap foul when you reach in
Too strong imma lean in it
Prove you wrong I'm not leaving it
Twin
plate
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave
The band of the night take you to ethereal heights over dinner
plate
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave
The band of the night take you to ethereal heights over dinner
Feel like the world is trying to stop me
It try to knock me down I stay on all tens like Rocky
Nigga wanna trick you out a blessing I ain't stressing
are cheap cheap cheap
I'm making all this money but I'm losing all this sleep
I wish my job was testing matrices in the dark
Instead of hunting liter
just know that Hell is cheap
There ain't no second chance, you'll go there and weep
You'll see the walking dead, nothing like trick or treat
What ever
towards your mouth in it and then you may clean yourself
If you can't see the trick by now, then tag, you're it, but since you're 25... hold up, let's just
You might meet the cans (If) you trick the fans
Stick to past bring more struggles and let em meet the trap
I was raised with the pain but I dont see
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
count my sheep
So much shit going on man I'm
Losing sleep
Go big or go home don't you play it cheap
What goes up must come down just remember me
I say my
is cheap
Hush
You can tell by the walk I'm a G
Shawn D gona pull it off like a beast
Urgh
They be wanting me to fall like leaf
But I'm a stand tall
the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash
You need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talking don't
the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash
You need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talking don't
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be calling in the morning, they be hanging on the phone
They
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