Lyrics:
old shit like you’re holding on plunger
Mind on my next move, keep the devils tucked
Cause you can’t double back when you’re tryna level up
It’s why you
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you
to the tropics
He bring up some business, they switch up the topic
I won't hit you back, yeen talking bout you shopping
Whole time niggas broke and down bad but
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
Me? I'm gettin' back rubs
From these leather seats (Yuh)
Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be
(Nigga) rap sheet full of felonies (yeah)
Throwback, but I won't ever go back
Slow down, but I won't ever be down
For the love here, hold back
And I fear no man
Through the pain and the hurt,
All the girls, they be makin up stories
lookin to bring me down coz they worried
about holding back their insecurities
Make it stop!
(You got me so)
one up cause I gotta get high
Always gonna have it with the weed supply
Got those stones fully packed in a bag
To bring them back down and hand them
You want me to stay silent
I won't stand for it
Fuck you for
Taking women's rights
I'll give you hell
I'll let you pay for it
You want me to stay
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
to bring hell
Education levels just fell
Coming into Pooja's realm
I'm at the top, next is Lulubelle
You're not very deep, you are a pot
I see something
talkin' this and you not
I'm talkin' bricks and you not
I'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clock
This is the equinox, this what the people
papi chulo
Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo
Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school
Rulership shit, bring them the newest,
missing us
Right next to you
Don't know what to do oo
We let us down
Far from over now
Give us mouth to mouth
cnd bring us back
We can make it through
we there now
Everybody ready? (Yeah, hell yeah)
Taking it back where it started
1, 2, 3, Oh
People want to know Who am I (Who am I)
Won't you say it
but
Use it as fuel even when trouble is home
But if the sticks and stones may break your bones
Remember, you are not alone
When you hear the flies are
the St. Louis blues, I got the blues, oh
St., St. Louis woman won't you come on back to me
Come on back, go down, go down, uh, go down, go down
Oh babe,
But I'm looking back right into your eyes, so
Don't you ever, never ever, think that I might trip or
Slip right down your stairs
Into your cells, where
won't spit for you
And ain't nobody got no wholesale clips for you
You in the mix but ain't nobody doing shit for you
It's gon' be Hell for a hustler,
the stomach
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down
And I know that some
Won’t mention it
But it’s okay my God
Will mention it
I’ll give him credit
I know he’ll dead
If the devil comes in
You know
(watch me fall)
But I won't break (I won't break)
I know you like to hit me,
I kick you to the ground and tryna be me
You tryna bring me down
Down down
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