Lyrics:
really wish me well like you
Ain't nobody ever flood my cell like you
They don't start off on all four's, Pharrell like you
I don't let em see me twice
Daddy's got to have his little taste
Daddy's got to have his little taste", ha
And he got it too, ha!
It's hard, y'all, come on
Say hey I was born
With
the album drop?
And still got a few from Pharrell to make the album hot? (Thugga!)
Yeah I hear y'all but don't see you niggaz
Y'all just making words
the album drop?
And still got a few from Pharrell to make the album hot? (Thugga!)
Yeah I hear y'all but don't see you niggaz
Y'all just making words
I’d rather set you free and watch you throw it back on top of me and
Whoever you (whoever you)
Whoever you tryna see
Imma be that mothacuka all of y’all
in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am,
Lord have mercy
On the frozen man.
It took a lot of money
To start my heart,
To peg my
Hey, do you have any black inside you?
Would you like some (like some)?
Ha, You know you got a right to do whatever you like to
Don C, we got
William Cullen Bryan said, "truth crushed to earth, would rise again"
And James Russell Lowell, made it more plain
That we would not be ruined
the bullshit medication
To bluntly put it, it's a fabrication
Disguised as your salvation
To have a justification
To continue the circle of manipulation
It's all
like all night
So no lights or you die
Like no life, like no lie
Say goodnight say goodnight
What a night my bitch right
I pull up by midnight
Have my
time is money
Y’all can’t pay that cost
Tryna kick all my bad habits
Know they mad that they don’t have it
I make plays appear like magic when I’m in
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja,
I think we got one Sha
Get off my body hunny,
This muh
I don't freestyle
You gone have to pay me
You rapping for ya man's
I'm rapping for these ladies
I snuff you off the Gram
And put it on Bay beats
Rosa
the whole town scared to death
When he walked by they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife
Now he leads
(Oh!) Turn it up, turn it up
Turn the beat up,(dirty E-N-T!)
Turn it up some mo', okay
You turn it up a little bit?
Here we go (we all we got,
own way
Can't run away
Face my demons made
Only God will grow with all this love that I have craved
All of these lights on me but I'm blinded by
talking
Now it's all strategizing
You block and unblock me
Might as well cut all the aht aht
I don't wanna get to the bottom
I just wanna get right behind
off my dick
I'm connected how y'all know I
Ain't fuckin with Fif?! (G-G-G-G-G)
Hustlers holla at me like, whattup Murd?
I heard you got it but you
give it all a-
Still drippin' in finesse (Goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows, I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different
swerve
I have inspired some rappers lately
I just heard they production
I cannot jump to assumtions
Maybe its nothing but maybe my music they bumping
I've been staying to myself
Ba-by drama bring you hell
Less it's merch ain't much for sell
All my morals break the scale
Rest in peace or rest in
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
craftsman mowers, all you see are product features
Drop the fucking merchandise, even if you got to have it
Costco got that morning after still you got
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
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