Lyrics:
and go ala la la la
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you,
I don't got time and I
but you love being with me
And whenever you cry I'll stick right by your side
Cause you be thinking you look weak when a nigga seen you cry
But stop
he aint lettin it go
I wanna fast track my life
Go where ever I wish (anywhere)
Don't you get gassed up in hype
You could get crossed in the mix
Shawty
the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock
From the beginning
that ease stress away? (Naughty, Naughty)
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks
We got that flavor, make your
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day
Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I
get too friendly
Best friends
To lovers
Till lovers turn to enemies
So fuck me like you hate me
Boy I don't understand
Cuz you talked up your head
So
you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church
With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind
Angels
I don't care how you critique
I can make myself the trending topic every week
I'm my own type of elite
I rap what I find in my mind
Lots of untold
top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da dutty, we'll rock dat world
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you
Tell me how do you want me
Stop talking you don't owe me
Thought you my soulmate
Hurt me the day you meet me
Tell me do you need me
Want me you don't
it's clouding up my eyes
All these visions of your face they're clouding up my mind
Too much wind is in your hair when we zoom in the ride
I can hear you
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
bout COVID bruh you’re just making excuses
Cause your shit can never pop, you claim alternative music
See I think that it’s stupid it's shitty music
Mix
down a life sentencing, Nigga! So, keep your nose clean, as the moral of the story's unfolding. Keep holding to what you got. Stop focusing on who
the directions Before you showed up to the party
So you actually have a strategy about How.. you take your drugs?
No I just have a couple rules
I don't know if
Not a dream cuz if so typically you also dream 'bout fame
But I don't want that I heard that that shit plays mind games
Like a puppeteer and you become
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
ChyBaby wanted the car and the dough
Made a mistake with my time I don't know
Don't need a reason I'm keeping your secrets
You just believe that it's
away
Everything you think ain't exactly reality
And what you say don't exactly apply to me
And look at that
The profits of publicities
The by
can't even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don't even look right
We came to drop these styles; It's no shock
We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop
We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks
We're raised by
of times
Promoting black on black crime, you must have lost your mind
We lost identities back in 1555
I'm bringing the truth because devil is a lie
Ain't
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