Lyrics:
could never know too much but just enough
So the next nigga never feel like he got the one-up
But, we ain't gotta rush, take ya time
We can talk until
I know, I know
I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home
Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth
Protect your energy, eye on my enemies
Crib with amenities, all this was meant to be
No one will ever be two steps ahead of me
Nah, they ain't fuck with
on house arrest
In my bag and out the mess
Bitches trash, I ain't impressed (nah)
I can't tell if bitches sellin' records so they sellin' sex (uh)
Speak
Ricky Racks
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in
Starting to wonder on when you'll call
You know where I'm at
In the sugar shack
It ain't the same without you here
I ain't ashamed of my salty tears
me right now, don't hit me right now
Don't hit me right now, bitch (it's a check)
I ain't opposed
She threw the pussy and I ain't opposed
Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Down a very long road, these niggas ain't never walked
pushing 20, got no time for others (Pushing, pushing)
Who ain't on the same wave, yeah, on the same page
Tryna tell me what to be, yeah, tell me what
I'm just tryna stack a million
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone
Keep the semi
where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain't no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can't control that
Ken
They just don't want me to drive late at night, yeah
They don't know what it means to be a girl
What it means to be on enemy shores
They ain't ready
that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy
ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'
When I
bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Shh, broke bitches too loud (shut
from makin' sure ain't no cameras 'round (ain't no cameras 'round)
Buy a mansion now (yeah), we come from hand-me-downs (all that)
They couldn't stand
ain't gon' be shit (I tried it)
I can't make that shit stronger from drinkin'
All the people that relate to me, do not relate to Taylor Swift (uh-uh)
bitches you'd never get to know
I seen her I want her I got her
Fucked her and don't know shit bout her
I ain't even gotta say shit to the bitch and I
I ain't no wide eyed rebel
Oh, but I ain't no preachers son
And now I see the trouble and all the loving that Ive done
And the world ain't no
on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop
Put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands
Well, we ain't got a care in the world
Cause we don't give a fuck what they say, fuck what they say
Nigga, we don't give a fuck what they say, fuck what
I ain't going nowhere baby
Rest your worries somewhere else
High up on a shelf now baby
Next to all your other doubts
Things have been real crazy
I ain't going back to jail bro
Nasty ass food thug
Can't sleep on lock down at night and shit thug
I use to love when my kids come visit me but
Leave me alone, I ain't 'bout no trouble
But I could be
I'm just tryna get my cash again
They gon' make me turn into the bad guy again
I'm
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