Lyrics:
gimme that money, lil' nigga
You knowin' that I'ma do right with it
Private charter, they snortin' that tartar
I got 'em surrounded by white women
I
what made me
And I'm hopin I ain't gotta go back to the trap
Cus we really know that we don't want that
But if I don't make it home tonight
Tell my mama
high
Sometimes we get stoned
Sometimes we get by
With drinking alone
However you vibe
However you flow
You've got to let loose
Like nobody's home
do
That just isn't me, there's a lot I can't afford to
I don't wanna hold you, no I don't wanna hold you
Cause I got my girl at home that I am true
a sign on every corner
Till he find his way home
And I got love for so many people
But I can't let it blind me
You gotta be ready
For when they turn into
know
Keeping it humble Antetokounmpo
You can't undo the fucking truth
You better hold me
Hold me down
I don't really need this
I don't really need you,
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
fans probably
Bro doin' fraud, he scam likely
I got a bag, I'm back in motion, that bitch left, she ain't stand by me
When the night has come, when
whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not wish me well!
His clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like show business
He's got a big ol
a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"
a pact
We must bring, salvation back (Oh! Oh! Oh)
Where there is love, I'll be there
(Ben, you've got a friend in me)
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing
And shout
way, yeah
Hold hands and walk away
From me to live another day, yeah
Holding on to what you want
When I'm not home, you've been out playin'
who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
when we left
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street!
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat,
gon' boom me on camera
And I ain't got no more fight inside my heart
So, if you run into me, I'm just gon' let it go down, I ain't scared, my boy
I'm
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
all these shattered emotions
There's a lesson to learn
So come on, let me hold you close
Because love can soothe what love has burned
You've got
Jack
Let it ghost ride
Shoutout to the people who got a lot of pride
Celebrities be doing rituals and sacrifices
Ima chef so I hold a lot of different
to do
The only person I fell for has always been you
It's always you
Baby, when I'm with you I feel like I'm at home
You've got me waiting here by
really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know, you've got
to hang 'em out to dry by the heap, when if rehydrating fails we're all dumber because of me
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly
The too
said to me
She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face"
That's when I knew it was true love
We were inseparable after that
Aw, we ate together,
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