Lyrics:
get dropped like dead weight
Now she wanna fuck with tha boy he on Gucci, Prada, all my shoes are all Louis
If it ain’t the money then don’t call me
partner gone throw em a Crumb
But It's the Bnk you can't swipe finesse proof I'm the truth and the light
Stacking blues in my shoes til I'm sick with
isn't shit
See what I'm about to do these shoes are too big
For you to fit now so keep it moving
Back in my past lives
I lived the fast life
That get that
can read
And keep my peace, but this book teaches me to believe everything I see
Virgin by a king, obsessed with a man that made me weak
Now I'm
Lies the rest of me
Oh it's cold down here
At the bottom of the iceberg
Nobody sees my tears
Cause they're blinded by my nice words
Sugar coated frost
the lord has saved my soul
He fights by my side so the battle ain't my own
Know that I am whole 'cause the lord has saved my soul
He fights by my side so
try Me then You die
Sparks fly Like the 4th of July
Shoes like like Mike now He think He can fly
Fuh fuh fuh Fuh fuh fuh Fuh fuh fuh Fy
Back On My Shit
Nike's, but I don't mean my shoes
I'm only 6 feet tall, you barely 5'2
But height don't mean nothing, I ain't better than you, huh
fruity
Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie
Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties
Judies love that so they wanna do me
Hitting from the back got
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
Have more chickas by my side as Rockefeller billion dollars
So if you like my style, the t-shirt and blue jeans
Airforce one on the feet are the shoes
of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection,
me home by the fire,
'specially when it's time to retire
Then pet me poppa, poppa pet me good.
Warm up my saucer of milk, and maybe I'll purr.
Lay out
path lil man
Choose your path
Choose your path
Hold on hold on aye he got nice shoes on
I've been itching for brand new pair of blues yuh
He alone i'm
Christmas time
Must be nice
To spend with someone
My friends are all together
And I'm still the only one
Cocoa mugs
Winter hugs
Sat by the fireplace
It's
pay me with your life
You be my wife
I treat you nice
We will make love
Whenever I like
I give you two shoes
A dress that is red
They belong
a house
I just woke up like a dream just me and my team
I go and get it I'm a fiend bitch by any means
Shoutout to Martin Luther King
This a big dream
I
up
And don't worry bout her, she'll turn next
Everything we do is rated XXX
Well I found out her favorite drug was cocaine
I get it by the q
Nightmares about my life these ain't dreams
Few tears out my eyes ain't Visene
Blind yourself you seen what I seen
This why we can't have them nice
in my bathroom
Got no one over, checking my front door, why are there mad shoes?
Bad bitch by the hour, come out the shower smelling like Cantu
Top
diners
Look mom! I learned to tie my shoes! Hey can I borrow twenty bucks?
Peel back the prickly cocoon a Polaroid turbulent land unit birth
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