Lyrics:
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
cow, tapped in, I can't tap out
Bitch, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in, it's Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin' in
Little bitch, if it weren't
of the Britons! Oh, don't grovel! If
there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
ARTHUR: Sorry--
GOD: And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk
'm Waka
I don't want a single chain I can't rocka
[?] life is a bitch, can't stop her
Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her
Til the get the 6
a single chain I can't rocka
[?] life is a bitch, can't stop her
Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her
Til the get the 6 and then swap her
Baby
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
on for my whole damn family
So I don't give a fuck if some hoes can't stand me
I still want Grammys
Tell the chapters
Artists go broke 'cause they sell
Put that on somethin'
I put that on the click
If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin' mail, straight come upin', when funk
a large profit sum
Yea if you buy em we'll solve mental health
Can't think straight if you've got communal wealth
I'll never succumb to your power hungry
my name, can't lie, I'm the dude in my town (Just sittin' here foolin' around)
Gave her the dick one time, now she keep on beggin' me, "Chris, let's go
carry no weight?
If my shit's trash but spreads at this rate
Then maybe it's you who has no taste
And I don't normally pray, but today I'll say
Dear God,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It`s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can`t
(haha)
They hated on Dave Chapelle but couldn't stop 'em
Netflix was like, "If you don't like it, don't watch him" (word)
Bill Cosby came home, I'm glad
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Or I'ma break every bone in your face
I can't vote 'cause I'ma felon
Even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't do it
None of them niggas like black people
So
a day
How he keep making his dreams come true and I can't? I'm starting to hate
Wonder if he capping when he say he counting up all day
Wonder if I
how to roll with that chopper
If money on your block, for the money, I'll pop 'em
Nigga wanna hate but they money went and stopped 'em
From ridin'
obsessed
Blowing up his phone
Praying I’ll departure (never that)
You had him first
Now I’m his wifey
You despise me
He can’t leave it
I’m his heartbeat
Just
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
processor market
The Data Center Automation market
Was going to be
Subsumed by a larger market that contained it
2 in order to be number 1
We had to beat
retarded, going often
If he put up 20 then we
Going to leave with 40
Show him how we do it
Show him how we exploring
Like Dora man I ain't
Even really started
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
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