Lyrics:
hundred, give one hundred) so he did that, anyway
He's back home, I ain't with that
So I'm sayin', "Hey, you got to go to work"
And he sayin', "Hey, this
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time
your best porno mags
Well everybody's busy kissin' corporate ass
The odor you detect, may be poisonous gas
I got an itch I can't scratch
I call
ain't nothing but a dope man's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Will sit and cry if
you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (uh-huh)
Now, girl, let's not pretend (come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (haha)
Please say he's
Ewa don't be proud
Ewa don't be proud, Olele's who you are
Ewa such a beautiful being (Bean)
But the path to your purpose too dark
Brown and proud
feel that energy (ooh, yeah)
When you're on top of me (oh, yeah)
I know your man, he ain't controllin' you
But you still hesitate (ooh, no)
'Cause
regrets? You just added several.
Say you wanna what? I don't have to settle.
Money ironed out if the bag desheveled
Y'all hide and bite, Brown Reclusive
on black crime but it's blue on black crime
Police killin' the brown man and doing no time
The judge is a Nazi, but he ain't in the Klan
The jail's
your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In
something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that your standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got
enough space (Poor Dom)
Lord knows if I get a Rose on everything
I'm a get my man one
Show money ain't guaranteed
So I got mine off that Samsung
On Vernon
You ice grilling, your blood spilling
Tell me little homey, what's the reason?
(That can lead to Freeway squeezing) What you faking for?
24's
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
Sweet Brown Shuga, that's what I call this female
Bad from the hair to the muthafuckin' toenails
I ain't sprung, I'm just
fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin'
I'm on the tech' and the night pass by
Wont get through this door how hard you try it
Barricade
You know what the fuck going on, man
You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze
No introduction
man bars
Nigga sit down while you pissin'
Picture me rollin' like Pac, nigga
But I ain't Pac, nigga
I be in that Bimmer with a cock, nigga
Death
you're sleepin'
Naked body fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours
Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom
You're sleeping alone in bed
You better run and hide, baby, I know where you were last night
So I'm lightin' up the sky, settin' fire to your paradise
You ain't got no, you
for their flow back
Shut your fucking mouth I'm from the south we ain't got no cap
Slap you back to 2012 and call you man a throwback
Oh man it's T
It's
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Hey DJ play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boi you better go on
Boy
Boi I got
On your deathbed most niggas ain't give a shit
On your behalf I say fuck 'em, keeping your name alive
You always told me when you down nobody by your side
topping my ace
Better watch how you speak to the king bro
Pawns on yo lawn ready to steal your queen bro
Captain Jack trading threats ain't that mean so
on me, I'm a lonely man
But she gon leave me, she don't know me man
Said we aint fuckin, I'm the only man
It's okay baby I still got your OnlyFans
They
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