Lyrics:
I'm always by my lonely
Gotta stay on my grind all the time
Gotta stay on my grind all the time
Love me later tonight I'll have time
Hit me later
mother be eatin daytons like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks
I am dragger that is by nature
Niggas beside me like we are neighbors
Tryna go far as the hustle gone take us
Need the green paper with the blue
this one the pavement
Heard they fuck with me in russia
I won't rush ya but I ain't waitin
Share this mothafucka now
And don't u wait to do it later
homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung
seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (What?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning
seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (What?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning
swerving and lurking I see in the dark
Look out and light it I’m seeing a spark
Get it together my blicky will talk
Ten to ya dome then two to ya heart
Mix the Cartier with Vlone, with the Vlone
I just bought a Patek you know that its two-tone
That it's two-tone, ya it's two-tone
I just gunned you
in my bitch
Create my first born
Bout to fuck on ya bitch
Create my third porn
Martin malcom muhammad
Over indulged on a tropical mountain
Breath smell
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
stay here by my side
We should play games to waste time
And ya gave yours to save mine
And uh
And i cant stand to see you later
Im slowly fading meet my
ground I
Yeah
Guide and protect by the most high
Coz I'm a leader mi nah lie
We afi walk the walk
And talk the talk thats why
You got to be hungry
Tell
"I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing
poppin' out cause the way that I deal with ya
You just needed a real nigga
Stick by my side, ain't no way you gon' lose out
Shit, I'm comin' to build with
a nigga on a rise
Cannot make these niggas grow dependent, by my lonely, no co-defendant
Live now, cry later My heart's a different type of cold and my
a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that
a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that
that you flippin' your hair, can tell by the why you flippin' your hair
Girl I know you want to, oh ya
Girl I know you want to, oh ya
You feelin' me
and I came an hour later
If she don't wanna fuck I don't make her
Ya shawty giving me eyes imma take her
Take her to the room
Why you playing games girl
shit about me
I got that money lil nigga, yeah, you can talk shit about me, yuh
Got money now, Cena can't see ya
See you later, I don't wanna be ya
had cooked it
Later on they was chilling, in the bedroom
Sittin' by the window looking on the moon
Nothin' was being said, so he swore she was hot
I’m the one rapping so I’ll see ya later
I gotta go
And make some paper
Yeah I kissed her but I don’t date her
I do my dance
And roll for later
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