Lyrics:
Got them good on my shoes
Look like Billie Jean
Gotta keep it low, I got a girl
These hoes be feeling me
Take that shit for granted
I be left off these
to come off rude so don’t read me wrong by mistake
When I’m in a crowd I may look you dead in the face
Still not even realize that I saw you in the first
Whatever makes you sleep at night or makes you care less
I know myself but why I'm tripping, off what? No one knows
They think I'm doing drugs, whatever
you know I hate the games you play but it's all good
Keep on acting sneaky, that shit got you on my radar
All them boys my sons, I feel like Luke did
Fake gold teeth
Pants high n' he's bony
Man look at his old tee
Top lip wit the loaned weave
Scar on his forehead like harry but more dead
Eatin' my
right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Baby girl you is a pretender
She done broke my heart
She acting like she don't
call me Ben Laden
Sway your bitch in the wind, by the way she callin
My girls say she homo, shout out to the gays
Her pussy, crusty, like Frito
steady floatin
Bitch! off of my dick you can not kick, It with me you got to stop
Drop and roll, out my whole, space controlled up by me tip toe t
Like
these stans
I'm about to hit my best form
Energy coming in like a storm
Got the entire rap game torn
But by now it's just the norm
And you know how I do
dead ends
Hands full of rings and they so damn cold
Chains to my chest and they made of gold
How does it look with my skin complexion
Your girl want me
a good portion of devotion on sale
to the stale-skinned rummage-happy
everyday troop
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing
and peers watching
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
Look
They said your not good here
Stick to the ball play
I'm tripping slipping over piss in the hallway
It's all day
A lot of shit be stuck in my
Bakken, I'm making all these dudes sweat
They keep seeing my name
They know I'm up next
Hiei cutting body parts off you pest
Toya, who you thinking colder
then my girl turned and said Meg made Captain Hook about me
I can talk my shit and keep on spittin' til the dead walk
Going up against me bar for bar i
I don't really get it girl you gotta explain to me
Always leave me hanging, and you do it so shamelessly
Heart is on my sleeve, don't use emotions
guaranteed, you better work for it
Don't complain about anything?, just explore it?
Keep your girl close, if you lose her don't ignore it
Mentality is taboo
And everything starts to get a little restless
We can't help but keep locking eyes
It's alright girl, I've got one question
Who are you leaving here with tonight?
at the knees
Man I smoke so much I live my life by the tree
Plant a seed so one day you'll be smoking on me
Phantom, I pulled up got the pen with a G
Shawty said
everyone's having fun
Um, yeah just keep the music going, and, uh
What's up boys and girls
I'm gonna show you why I love this world
I know
My feelings seem so
I'm tryna make my own bread
My icy soul freeze the oven
I kinda wanna be dead
But I don't like causing a ruckus
I scared off all of my friends
I
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
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