Lyrics:
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
Yeah I'm decked out
Flexin' for all the homies I stuck my neck out
Fresh as fuck now
Boy I'm decked out
De-decked out
Yeah I'm decked out
A 52 card
to see me fall but I stood tall
Had a talk with God so I still ball
Took my chances off in these streets
These niggas tellin low key
Raised by OGs
We see
when
(You're gonna fall in love)
Oh, boy, it just seems to happen
You never know when
(You're gonna fall in love)
You see, love has no sense
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
who you are
You can go far
You a shootin' star
Infinite potential
I'm speaking from a mountaintop, Moses
Sent by the one n only God, chosen
Carving out
why I do the things I do
Like why a wild boy like me
Always falls for a cowgirl like you
Toxic
Probably 'cause I know I got options
Bad girls easy,
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
let’s go
(Boy, boy) I might even have a soul
When the time is up
Will you look for me when the time is up?
When it all falls down
I wanna be right there
the bottom to the top
I'm just watching niggas fall
I've been patient through the changes
On God I'mma make it oh
Never falling off
Make it out the maze I'mma
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
went front of the judge and he handed me life
Tell me would you run away or would you stay by my side?
And if them boys is coming for me you still my
champagne no boy cya bring you no stout
So get dress by nine tell yuh boyfriend I'm taking you out
The other gyal dem nuh put me out
Touch yuh pon yuh lunch
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
Back to the hood where they don't
Understand unless you speakin' "trapanese"
If I fall down bet I only trampoline
Bounce back thinking ima fall off
wanna stay for good
This doubt it trickle down my spine
Slipping out my mind
Complimented by the fact I’m running out of time
Tick Tick Tick
I’ll tell you
he thinks of
So next Christmas
I'm not all alone, boy
Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again
If he won't be
the Oakland Raiders
At the club we dance with a gangsta limp
Players pop collars and pose like a pimp
Strike out in the fall, ridin a haul
Now who the hell
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