Lyrics:
at the party with they shotties
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal wit brothas flippin
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black
feels alright)
You make me feel like a million bucks, bae (And I can't explain why)
I can chill around you and I love it (It's gotta be you, it's gotta be
ain't got the flu
How do I get rid of this I ain't got a clue
My mind is agitated like a man who's rents due
Heaven help me I just wanna be free
satan
to party, got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
Yeah, let me get some of this shit real quick
Address up, they put under my fingernails, tell a story, don't it?
I'm with that shit, condone it
Empty
What's money without love?
Nothing more than just a soft drug
Enough just never seems enough
Call me crazy but maybe im just craving a real hug
Im
gotta get it
I hop out the bed
Niggas want me dead
Bitch I been speedin'
I'm up and ahead
Niggas eat my lead
That mean I'm killin' these niggas
Im
I get some
Gotta stop the begging oh please, gotta get up off of my knees
Well I’m tryna move on without you, oh, oh
And I’m tryna get along without
Do you wanna, do you wanna get funky?
Do you wanna get funky with me?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get funky?
Do you wanna get funky with me?
Do
and it makes me teary
I go without seeing him and I get weary
I- I can't live without Kevin O'Leary
Pitbull, he's mister worldwide
When you see him, go
listening to labels chirping?
I'm cutting it off along with Satan's cell phone
That's a double kill, two birds, one stone
Imma sling it like I'm David
All
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
(Oh ja that's right)
Let me let her know (Lemme do it)
I'ma let her know (Here we go)
Shout this sucks then jas
I'ma let them know
I'ma make bucks
you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the son of man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly
waiting This is not an understatement
Gotta get out of the matrix before the Clock runs out too late then
Look at society so much variety
Of addiction no
‘Till the pot would break
My daddy left
& when he showed up
It was kind of late
They moved me out of state
Cause I was always on some hate
Along the way
I
spray
Momma's gon' pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep
You gon' be the next meal
The wolves is on the job
Gotta get in where we fit in
Not rid
nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey
Everytime I'm on the microphone, nigga want to tag along
Want to see me, when I do my song
Or when
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
40 wit da d**k it don't jam
Came Along Way From The Bottom
I used to rob wit my Partnas
On the road tryna get me some dollars
We ain't Neva play cops
The Devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You fucked off with the wrong clique
So your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, move
bop, bop
You get the message, hotter than Satan
Higher than heaven, shoot for the stars
Never contested, nothin' but net
Bitch on my box and I'm Kevin
face time with God
And when grace ride along, Satan's ranks I disarm
In His ways I belong, finally found the right avenue
God made me an author, His
(yea, yea yea yea)
I can get by without you yea I said it
Yea you tried to treat me like a peasant
I can get mine so stop buying me presents (yea, yea yea
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