Lyrics:
of the beast
Can you please pray for me?
Get God on the phone
Said it won't be long
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
My hood going brazy
Where did we go
testament! carve it..
My shoes is not what your feet fit with!
Better keep your head down still..
I will rise when you'll fall..!
Day by day you're more
Panties on
Them red shoes
I'm tryna motivate you
To do what you do
As long as I can get you in my bed
I'll do right by you
I'll do right by you
I can't
the weather
But would you rather
Cause summer winds are better in the spring time
And my mind’s like the ocean with the pool tide
I thought it would be nice
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
not nice
Can't tell me what to do I call the shots like your hot wife
Control the narrative I'm Morgan freeman
My soul imperative I'm sure to keep it
direction than you've ever known.
Show you your bronzed baby shoes
Now, my how you have grown!
Ain't it nice to fly?
You're waving as soft clouds go
I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin', pinky ring
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
Even Cosigned For That New White Benz
Yea Im Stickin 2 Tha Script, The Strippers Take A Vouch
Fuck Ya I.Q., Cuz Ya Brain In Ya Mouth
Shoes On The Beamer,
a genuine leather wallet
Ow wie's die duidelike meisie (Wys my)
Kyk hier
Hello baby (That's my wife)
Je' Max you got a nice suit
But wys me now kykie why you
Se you go dey if e no dey
Or you go wait if i no buy you
All the nice clothes and the fine shoes
Take you go places wey you want to
Se i go still be
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
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
Every word is like
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh
I
dues
It's part of the reason I'm buying new shoes
Cause I'm stepping so hard, I'm recruited by Q's
You trying to play it like you making moves
But I'm
the house with no roof
And no P's and Q's you pick and u chose
You been on your snooze
Wake the fuck up and walk a day in my shoes
Been on a steady hustle
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Slippin' through my shit wonderin'
What hit's it get
Even before the flicks I was always
Hit to flip the script
Sit back
Dispatch
Miss that
Any attempt for a quick dash
Fuck all your bullshit
Might pop by with a full clip
Brrrrrrrr
Real nice guy don’t talk
(no)
Smash, dip (dip)
Then I go do it again (again and again)
Bust my nut
I'ma be gone by the count of ten
They ain't hoes if you count on them
the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see
is what I need
Fancy clothes, hotel suites
Ain't it nice, is on me
Shit I deserve it I've been working
This long week
Just cashed my check
Hesitant
to say I don't want you around?
Hold me
Choke me on the rail
You don't give me choices
I'll string you by my tail
Fold babe I'm too nice to bail
I won't
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