Lyrics:
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I do smoke weed and drink CRIP juice And cuss your wife's asshole loose
Disrespect 5 Tinker, 55th Street I carry big heat
And represent 55th Street
to give her bucks
Hope that that's enough
Cuss I ain't never finna cuff
I ain't never finna date again
I ain't never feeling safe again
Really son niggas i
be smart (Not at all)
Cuss i'm a tear you apart
Don't make me lose my temper
It'll be too late to take cover
Don't make me lose my temper
Or you might
You can't fight for peace without peace, Violence is not the answer Jesus is
If you wanna be free, give praise to the king If you wanna be free
Then
All them niggas they used to look Down on me back on my old shit
Like I wasnt living it
Now they come up to me cuss they Struggling they fake as fuck
a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next
Shawty took da mask off lil two face
Luv sunday cuss me out tuesday
Eye been tryn give a damn what you say
Say you reciprocate eye'll listen
Snakes
Suffering Isaac
Colder than ice pick
Double ugly with a licence
I don't give a tinker's damn
I've not slept a wink
Many I slipped from the cup to the lip
cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me
cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me
I don't really
Give a fuck
Give me brain
Or give m puffs
Sorry
I don't mean
To cuss
I don't want
To cause
A fuss
But
The voices
Speak too much
I'm in love with confrontation
Nigga, fuck around I cuss something
Pull out and buck something
I’m addicted to the altercation
Go ahead, nigga try me
I'd marry you anyway
I'd have your baby
If a tinker was my trade
Would I still find you?
I'd be carryin' the pots you made
Followin' behind
marry you anyway,
I'd have your baby.
If a tinker was my trade,
Would I still find you?
I'd be carrying the pots you made,
Following behind you.
marry you anyway
I'd have your baby
If a tinker was my trade
Would I still find you
I'd be carrying the pots you made
Following behind you
Save
a real nigga, not no bitch nigga, not no bitch
Blue tick and it's certified nigga
On the real nigga verified nigga
You a lil nigga parisite nigga
Got
cannot chill cuss I know you be snitchin
Can't fuck with perks cuss they give me an inch
And being a feen is too bad for the business
Sent my man a kite
Cuss I'm really into money I don't really give no fucks
But you got me feeling different like damn
A nigga really listen
I be on the block you calling me
can't pick up, he's high with the hoes)
Old school vans, North-face on my coats
Don't give a tinker's fuck what you think
Do it for the game, I don't
marry you anyway,
I'd have your baby.
If a tinker was my trade,
Would I still find you?
I'd be carrying the pots you made,
Following behind you.
marry you anyway,
I'd have your baby.
If a tinker was my trade,
Would I still find you?
I'd be carrying the pots you made,
Following behind you.
Yeah
Uh
Give her the, yeah, give her the, yeah
Well
I give her the pipe, zhe ztalking the gram
I know you're not being ztingy with gramz
Why you
thinker I am
Younger than Tinker's ideas
From the North to the South
They gon' hear us not from the area
Cap is New Era
Yeah, but it doesn't even feel like
TINKER tinker PLING- DING DING- DING
my body breaks - the void screams
weary of hollow metals
that ring of hollow life
by hand and by hammer
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