Lyrics:
say it that I mean it
Go getter, I be outside
Fuck the weather, I be outside
I keep a couple bands on me
I had to get 'em by my lonely
Go getter,
don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
handle it
If I got plans, I promise I’ll cancel it, yea
Never worry about a thing when I’m with you
Break the law if it means that I got too
Keep it up,
Can't relate to my guys, here been up for the money thing
Online, pull up in the new crib, new car at the same time, tell these niggas don't
mess with my
now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns
That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me
Off
These things could make you lose control
These things
These things could make you lose it all
Don't want to lose it all
I'm not gon lose it all
Lose it
a drop of poison in your arm
I'll leave it as a scar
To remind you of the things you've done
And I don't care if you think I'm tryna steal the show
a text
Tell me you don't hate me, yeah
Ring, Ring
Everything you say stings
I know that you hate me
But you can't erase me. (Never can erase me, nah)
Baby
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
Trust
Not an easy thing, you say
Never thought the game of love
This way you'd play
By the things you do
Never thought these things
I would go
don't think so
But at first I thought so
Lipton on my lips
Ice on my tea
Sorry baby you too sweet
If I fall for you then it's off the tree
But I'm not
I love when they photocopy me
That's how it be
When all these rappers are a joke like comedy, yeah
See life don't play fair so I'm ahead of the game
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
play
dumb
boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps
the
rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kinda make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want you to think I'm tryin' to buy back
Does it hurt?
Oh, it really doesn't matter
Does it burn?
Oh, I don't feel a thing
Does it sting?
Oh, yeah, it really doesn't matter
Does it hurt?
Oh, I
love is my religion
And I love what I see
I'm not a Christian rapper
I just rap about faith
Without takin' the Bible and throwin'
It in your face
yours don't come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
It's the little things you do
Oh, that mean so much
So very, very much
Sipping something, with that inhale
Just to get that sting feel
Heart bee wilding in and out the mix
I hope this thing heal!
Half the world owe me
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kinda make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want you to think I'm tryin' to buy back
the time Which was wasted
Thinking back to all the things
Which I cannot change
That's like loving someone
That don't love you back
Had to take it all back
Only thing missing is abundance of wealth
And anything a n***a offer I could do it by myself
Money is the motivation, I don’t need anything else
I mean
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