Lyrics:
I got a feeling that this ain't gonna end well
Cuz she don't see it she making my mind run wild
I got a feeling that this ain't gonna end well
I got
screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Tiangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named
slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
started off as trappin’
By the way i run these plays I feel like Lamar Jackson.
(Hook)
I wanna give you the world baby, but can you reciprocate?
Fuckin’
by the time i walk-in
Like I'm playing poker they be bluffing I be going all in
Pimp slap the bitch, they be playing, where the fuck my head at?
Bitch
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
and you can't ignore
Never trust again it's what I have learnt
I will, lead by pain, bring your lies to an end
Choose your battles, mate
I'm more than your
Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury
You don't want it with me, you just horny as me
You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be
I'm
to be human
Whole cities blood painted in ruins
So what the hell we be doing? Uh
Feels like an illusion
But we won't be losing
I keep on snoozing
Until
the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna
If this your favorite song, run it back
Everybody sing along, run it back
Stop playin', run it back
Can't hear what you're sayin', run it back
If
of your imagination, you never delt with incarceration.
Thought I heard you want to be my rival, askel 45 a it a idol, them
Start war end no seek
the capital (Sets)
Now the guys at the label
They wanna talk when I see them
Talkin' about contracts
Must be talkin' Vodafone
Free calls on the weekend (Brrr)
I
baked while I run to the beach
And I cross it, I see a big city that I'm gonna take
From the people who think they can roll with the snakes
While
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
(Hennessy)
Never tell em what you thinking
Never tell em where the body stinking
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking
Hope your
Man In The Crib, No Jackson’s
Room all smokey dirty aroma
everyone rap let me see your talent
if, you heard what was said when the beat starts rolling
where does it end
Running again i been running again
I see lights from the law then im jumping the fence
What did you do and how did you live
When did
they used to give me cheek never that now
That clown used to be the creep with the hat down
Laugh now when I kill the beat with my bad mouth
c lot
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
question if I'm gonna be alright
Am I protected by our father that I pray to every day and night
Does He get mad cause I keep asking for the wealth
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