Lyrics:
am not a mongoloid
i am not annoyed by the void in your brain
this is not a trick son you are not a victim
you are just a man be -boyed out the game
ananda tandava
Nataraja, golden malas, throw me dollahs
Devi in the club you feelin' all dat prana
Dancing spirit being yeah you know I'm fire
This ain't
'cause I'm gettin' my paper
And my goal life now is livin' it major
Coppin' Crystal, Champagne
I'm in the 'Natti with the blow brains
Leavin' my mansion up
Biles
Flip stick it turn a trick
Like I'm Robert
Cold pimping slim
For all the King Palms and
No Balmain Regime
Rose on my garments
We don't wanna just
in a cell
Makes me wonder if life is a trick and it's just a disguise for hell
A cry for help, it couldn't be heard, scream and yell but they don't
side
Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's
us cause he know I'm bout business
Living it up it give me palm tree vibes
Took a chick from the gutter and let her see that west side
Throw yo side up
the muthafuckin dance floor girl
Aint no time to act pretty
Im getting head in the parking lot, right before the show
By the same hoe bouncin', her ass for
You sure think
You are slick
Secret Agent
I know your tricks
I'm at least
3 steps ahead
By the morning
You'll be dead
I kill spies
In disguise
I kill
the flesh
State to state, hit yo BM
Shawty stalkin in the Dm
Know she blinded by the glow like my skin was made of 3m
Here and now thats carpe diem
I'm just
Yeah
yeah
Seek Wiz-Dum
Yeah
I'm trying to get it right, you wanna get it wrong
You wanna just stand by because you're not that strong
They say we
La to the boot
Yeah we vibing and I'm sliding
Pick you up around 2
Yeah we flying no surprising
Sunset by the pool
Can't explain what i do
All this
around the world
So Paris, its just new to her
I'm in my bag
Got new tricks
We took us a few flicks
Attracted to the blue strips
You got to just got
when they cast they pearls
That's because I love you, you know that I'm not gonna hurt you
All in, you're never alone, one true soldier
Until the story's
i'm supposing my grip slipped and now
it's nine minutes after nine and i'm a nervous wreck in line
to buy a book to look at the pictures because i can't
I had enough im angry
These niggaz they bitch they pantys
The city is mine i cant sleep
And i fuck it up battry
And i put the food in the pantry
pests
Keep a tight circle back down in the west
Know its a journey, I'm up for the test
I do my thing and I leave em impressed
Icicle chain feeling cold
shorted Adam Man with his mother's own triple beams
Scientific Magazine, bastard Brent been a problem
Before patent leather worn by Charlie Sheen, I'm mean
walking up a steep lonely hill
Ready for war still in the battle
I wake up sweating out my sleep know
I'm still surrounded by your shadows yea yea yea
Tie
big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp
I'd rather do more walking on these beats than talking in these streets
That's more for the impeached
I transform to a beast in his prime time
I'm
representer, exposition in a session
I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension
Your girl used to suck dick during detention
You got dumped, she came up by
palms or clean knuckles
Stack the track, betting black with bent buckles
Straight facts and no cap and fresh stubble.
Learn more living life in
Black in the eyes, look a little thinner
Sweat on the palms by the kicks from the achin'
Shout for the call and you'll only keep waitin'
Bye-bye, girly,
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