Lyrics:
(Ugh)
Bitch, I'm (Yea)
Bitch, I'm up (Yea)
Aye, word around that city you got that good dope
You can't post your work 'round here on Snapchat the whole
the window but I grab him and blind him
By slowly pushing my motherfucking fingers into his eyes
And it's finally time
I stab him in his thigh times nine
So he
of control
She was red hot, made my pale skin feel cold
Say you feel a little blue sometimes
Finding it hard to get up for a job that you hate
Got your
hood life, where niggas trying hard to live the good life
3500 Brenton Ave, Lynwood life
Surrounded by the real, can't associate with fake
Every
You see the job that we do
It Ain't as good as it seem
You think they really gettin loot
But they sellin a dream
I'm just talkin to you like I'm
would I make you feel
If you my was in my socks
No matter how hard I try
You only see the flaws
I don't even get a good job
I don't even get a good job
center. The Red Fort was built by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in the mid-17th century and served as the main residence of the Mughal emperors for nearly
sees in him
'Cause she's a good girl with a sweet heart
But they've both got demons and a deep past
You know opposites attract, apparently
I never
wanted was filled by somebody else
But when she says she loves you
That's about as good as life will get for you
It's a new red rose coming out to bud
to freshen up
Feels so good to wash the day off
With a therapeutic shower
I was excited by the thought of feeling my
Lil mama's soft body next to mine
She's
a job
They said I was paid by industrial trusts
I had nothing to do with it
Nothing more nothing less nothing personal
Nothing more nothing less nothing
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
tools are tyres bumper jacks or wire
To the good ones or the bad
In wintertime there was a depot stove
And a table for a checker game
And every
days
A good job and lots of money might not be enough
And to satisfy your needs, it may be rough
But I take some care and treat you nice
And if it
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
finger on the rewind
You can stay here I don't mind
Sitting by the fire baby all night
Have some red wine and good times
Oh oh oh yeah
Red wine and good
Good times are you J-O-B
When you're a girl in Miami
Dale, dale, sigue asi
That's what's up in Miami
Good times are you J-O-B
When you're a girl in Miami
these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga
hey, hey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Its a good day even though we argued last Monday
We made up again by late Thursday
Making love as sweet as red Kool-aid
It's a good day even
leave that in the past
Fed by your insecurity
I forgot that sweet things still taste good to me
Red flags
Red flags all I see are
Red flags
Red flags
Red
and spider stew (yum)
We're his little henchmen and we take our job with pride
We do our best to please him and stay on his good side
I wish my cohorts
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
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