Lyrics:
They beef be virtual
Niggas hate talk Shit pockets slim please take it personal
I read between lines fuck his time can't get no verse at all
Can't
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
I'm so
speaking, had no business buying expensive jewelry, so they created a sliding scale.” The “tradition” of spending one months’ salary on an engagement ring
Where i'm from its stack or starve
Make ya move and play ya cards
Rip to all my soldiers
Free my niggas behind bars
Times is hard
So I ball
Pushin
know that my strength is enough
What if I was never broken but the mirror that I used
Had me measuring self by an image that wasn’t true
Its my own race
up too well against them I guess
But by the standards 'round here I ain't doing that awful
Lord it's hard to turn the other cheek
Hard to bless
(that's hard)
What about them brothers who are wanted by multiple women but they married and they know they got to be there for their children so they
How do I contact
I had a dream about tending my garden
Georgia boy country boy born to be a farmer
I'm hauling mulch so just hit up my pager
If she
please
Yeah
Champagne flows
This D rose if his ankles had never rolled
This is hope
Junior grab me the bottle I'm getting throwed
I'm in mode
So now I
or die
Come and be the queen to my slim
Now I've got my mindset right
Grew from a teen to a king
Even though my eyes see fine
It's deeper than skin
Tell me
how you keep it so fresh?
And How you keep it, look like a vegan?
Wish I was like that
Fresh
Hard times
Flat lines
Stay in my lane, ya see
Boxed
Down and out
I been so brassic
I don't want no barbie girl
In a barbie world
Plastic
Play my tune
If your my girl
When you sing
It sound fantastic
has amazed me
'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby
So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I
Attention it is an emotion we find
Hard to resist or control
And so they constantly shifted
Our focus to new possible
Sources of anxiety: the
Latest health
If you a boss ass bitch put your drink up
You worked hard all week
Everything on fleek
Now let the weekend begin
Mama bad wit it
Cute face, slim waist
stepping for somebody else
Came up to you
So I approached you on the wall
I Started off by saying beautiful
And then I saw
That you already had a man
and Swizz got beef so they cut my nigga out
It was for Larry Hoover, Kanye tryna get him out (free Hoover)
Wonder how Pusha T feel about they reunion (I
I had to do dat by maself
Wasnt wit me in the gym
Pushin weight
Ma pockets slim
I aint have no help
I got up
Had to get it by myself
I aint kno were
missed your chance it's too late
That's what I'm getting at here
I have been living with one
It's kept me stuck in the past, I've tried so hard to move
your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people
by the feet
We out the belly of the beast
You can feel it bubble up
Throw it up Highh Def and Slim Tofer coming up, what
I'm out the belly
it’s loud, it’s wild
We bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
I feel so
'm hard to come by
I thought we had it all in common, turns out we two opposite people
All of a sudden yeen got no love for a nigga, Well fuck it ion
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