Lyrics:
got some chains on my neck (Aye)
They used to be on my wrist (Aye)
Fuck cop county, tell that officer suck a dick
Start smokin' gas by the zips
I'm high
of a window and stick it in the pocket of your Jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap
Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life
My house was $50 million, Ay!
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
cuz it feel good
How much you gone take before
You leave his side?
Waiting on a man to be mr right
Wait on a nigga for what
Go get you some money that
You hit the local showcase and heard that Check the Rhime
By that short jumpy nerd and mustachioed man
Now I gotta do it solo, B.T.C ain't the clan
Well
a blessin
Assumption is the devil, just believe that
Off of personal experiences dont need no feedback
Said it wasnt me but instead it was you
Dont know if u
meant to be
I don't think you know what just got into me
Fishing for my soul but they ain't reeling me
I feel like Rihanna cuz they needed me
Trip
Yeah this HoLLy
I guess it ain't ya lucky day since I ain't piKC up
You know what to do
HoLLyRod Henny
HoLLy Make 'Em Kum
Whatever the FUKC you are
trust what parents say
Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for 'em
Bitches askin bout 'em, I used to ignore 'em
Mother used to tell me but I had to learn
can tell you what the future be
Your new man gon' be your ex man, Wolverine, Jubilee
This is how you do something so ugly so beautifully
If I ain’t
?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
it was misery driven by my own demons
'Cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light
Of the stray moon
like the first time
remembering the memories (I remember, I remember)
Ain't nothing like the first time (ok)
or how things used to be (how they used
Maybe a nine to five might be a better profession
Do what I mentioned
And if you're asking too many questions then you ain't got perfection
It's clear
with this roley on my arm
What I paid for this it shouldve came with an alarm
Yeah I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed
I used to pay Kobe but now I pay
Before you got used to me
Yeah he know your story but he aint experience with you though
Everything I did was all love unconditional
I really wish
Intro:
I don’t tweet retweet do likes and comments hashtags nah none of that
But what I can do is speak from my personal experiences with dealing
It's MBM Season, It's MBM!
Thriller on the track rest in peace to Micheal
What Else!
Switching my flow like my clothes and I be fresh everyday
You
I thought I had her caught cause I'm a sinister trap
I thought it'd be a piece of cake but it was nothing like that
I guess that's what I get for
and talking but where we at wit’ da’ action
We so caught up wit da’ gossip keep getting trapped by distraction
Used to go in for the souls but now we do it for
the competition up further
I know you used to say it wouldn't be
Flames, but I'm already on my second EP
Dang, if you got Youtube, it's free
But if you're streaming
[Mr. Lif]
As Colin died, his mother cried
By the EMS survived
Said that he could be revived but they lied
Afterlife realized that water from the skies
Thought to myself I gotta make it happen
I can't end end up another random dude rapping
My style ain't similar to what's in fashion
Never spit about
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