Lyrics:
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But I'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' through my neighborhood
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I
a freezer
My wrist a freezer
I feel like a demon, I look like evil
I look like I'm scheming? You got a good eye on you
Matter of fact, you know what make that
‘T.I.N.A.’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
Walking backward through my city
Looking backward, what I'm missing
Sun ain't shining,
and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz is at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain't want nobody to know that he had a son
guys finish last
I'm bad
Yea I'm bad
Brand new bag no I wont cry over bitch like you
Yea I'm bad
I ain't gonna lie
You made a good guy turn bad its true
bag
You so mad with your bitching ass I already broke her back
Fed up with your shit, she want it bad so I'ma take it
I just met up with your bitch she
I want you to know
That I want it bad
I want it all
And when I want you to know
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re pretty good looking
For a while
by my past, addicted to my future
So focused on my present, don't let that confuse ya
I just want to be a better me. And they just want to mute ya.
Tell me
Tell me what you want
Collins Isco on the beat
Eli, Eli on the beat
(Aye)
Niggas are
(Ugh)
Niggas are, niggas are
Niggas are tripping
Young
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
(where?)
Hit the bih one time, I gave her good dick, and she ain't seen me since (swear)
She on her first cup, by the fourth one she gon' end up sick (ugh)
the way in my presence
You intervene, I turn you niggas to past tense
That's how bad I gotta have it
You can get with it or get lost
You either first place
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
Love to paint me as a bad guy
Labeled as a villain, I
Never wanna lose myself
To that ugly feeling of
Never being good enough
You ain't gotta tell me
and pushin' that grey ghost
Uh, assume the position when you see a bad one
The D so good, he just got a And 1
I'm about to blow, and I ain't talking Samsung
they show mad love
(yeah)
’Cause I ain't hearing no more bad blood
(Nah) all I'm hearing now is mad love, yeah
Yeah, I got it good up in the hood, yeah
feel like OHH MY GOD
I'm a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty
I got that burner on me now, you heard me
Tasted the good life twice
Rap and shooting dice
your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
You're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams
the bad girls lie)
I mean it when I tell you, you everything I need
(Iʼm telling ya, I ainʼt gone tell a lie, ya good girl fly)
I see the ambition in you
like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run
Kung Foo Kung Foo
Riding dirty with a packet that good
You ain't with it step aside then move
Ain't nobody do it like we do uh huh
In the drop in
ain't the same though
'cause I'm good, she's good, so you should be good
Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood
And we don't love those hoes,
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