Lyrics:
game
No shady stories, no telling I'm an athlete
It's mad the way I speak
I've got ladies all over me peace
You wanted to be a team, you lacked what
it's on the doorstep,
you know, until it involves their money, their territory.
Questioner: there's a special type of petition that
is vetoed by special
a hoe (Ha huh)
Can't be nice to no dam body I already know (Ha huh)
I fuck with the presidents that's on my dough (Ha huh)
When it come to regular Joe's
Deplorable by association, Go against their fascist mob if you dare
Hated by Karens all across the nation, mainstream media corrupt I swear
So sick
bouncer shit
Hold it down, homie
Hold it down now
Them haters love to talk
And I love to drown out
You was supposed to be my homie
That ain't what I found
on the list with the best above all the rest
Call this my presidential address
And I got 80 minutes to spit it to give you a feeling
To say some shit that maybe
and share my gangsta world (woo)
And if you in the club with hands up, you be gangsta girl
[Baby - talking behind Chorus]
Oh yeah
I see ya
Oh yeah
me, it hurts too easily
Don't be messed up by silly tendency
No no way
This one is called lovers choice
Never know yuh woulda really feel so nice
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
the dark
Never stop, stop, stop, a five-hour E train
By time I be finished, yo, motor be on E tank
I fill it back up with that 93 Octane
I ain't your nigga
know it doesn't matter
Where you start
It's the soil that you make
Gotta heart of a lion
And a desire to be great
I was blinded by the glamor
I was
different
Carbine leave like you Carmine Dropped by the top then I come in & TUCK HER (TUCKER)
I ain't got time hope my lines be like Lime to you rat ass hoes
're left with stuck
Like leaving the keys
In the seat of my truck
And freaking out
And it sucks
Cause your anxiety
Got you in a rush
For an hour
Like jack
know I be with all
Apes, it's the jungle, nigga
Both pockets got ten, double double with me
I got Stan and Dee, double trouble with me
Just left Sam's
Slide for the night
Yea
I ain't sayin it twice
All I want is your love for the night
I'm just tryna be nice
With Majestic in your life
You know we
it like you with the gang on a girls night out
With these bands I'm Milk Cannon, I can make you wild out
I'm talking head down pussy poppin(Pop It
If I could take you to the spots that we used to play
Let you walk around and watch while you navigate
You would say, boys you sure had it great
We
Basically like
Like Baka does
Like Murder on the beat but its not nice?
Ah Yeah
Talk bad, get these hands
Jackie Chan
Your girlfriend is a fan
or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga,
Nowadays i just be in my zone sipping lean dirty sprite styrofoam done it by myself on my vlone i was losing but now i am winning bro
In a wraith bitch i'm
and he should be right with you
Thanks. It's uh, this door right here, right?
Mm-hmm, thank you
Grab a seat
Thanks I'm Dave very nice to meet
Dave, what
to the byrinth
Forced to be nice, nice don't exist
Days won't go by, when time slow like this
Holes turn to lines, lines get drawn quick
Closer than mice, blind
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