Lyrics:
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No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
on the
I'm scared to love, cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, cause I gotta girl and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just
tracks
After tracks after tracks after tracks
Haters keep on laughing
Don’t bother me mutha fucka I’m rappin
Got more bread
Than you’ll ever have man
Second things first, never left so it’s not a return
Roll this let it properly burn
Do you love me
Prove it to me by the gate
Before we get in so i know it
Accountant, I count it up
Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
If y'all talkin trash we both know ya done
Ghxst writin writtens cuz
sit by my lone so I can do what I wanna
Track the drama
She said no drama I holla
Pick up the phone cause I feel bad when I Ignore her
B-b-b-b-bad when
'm dyin' to get it
I gotta admit it, I'm dyin' a menace (I'm dyin')
Now that you know that I'm dyin' a menace (go)
For the love of the money, what would
so much
That I'ma call her anyway, and say
Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had
I say fuck that
nice
With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is
all y'all, you know, I love all y'all
I ain't gon' say no names, but I love all y'all
Shout to all my homies on the block, Madison Street, whole
it, fucked around
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe
You got
Talking:
Yea, yea. Father forgive me for I have sinned on this
track. I go by the name of Pleasure P swagger CEO
Chorus:
(How can I ease the pain?)
Snapchat face swap
I'm just talking 'bout that Face Wap
The ladies love it when that bass pop
That's why I kick it like it's Neymar
The dudes all rock it
strike will have a
Gang of them rollers dyin'
Ain't no love where I'm goin'
No love where I'm comin' from remember me
That real-ass nigga you been runnin'
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting
Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
you're pregnant? What the fuck?
You weren't even gonna tell me, I mean what the fuck?
What do you want from us?
Nah, you ain't in love, you just wanna
it, fucked around
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe
You got
smoking the pressure
But baby girl you know you pressure
Thats why I'm applying pressure
It's all been a pleasure
I need you respond when I text you
(Ay I
I'm coming back
Why do you hold me when
You love me like that
How do you do it
How you touch me when you
Hit it from the back
How we such a mess and
We
the only time you see a chart
Is when I screenshot a plaque
But you must be the drunk one 'cause
You swung at me and missed
Your diss track was goofy
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
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