Lyrics:
gone get the tool
I got 30 shots in my trap like I'm on the block
My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked
Down to the ground, niggas
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
I got her legs shakin, in the air
Say she feel like she on a elevator
Baby I'm going up like a escalator
I'm top ten, you tone up-top from the top tier
Tat his iPhone, the animal Ock I box bears
Got those quotes to Glock pop folks
Two times in the head
I'm tryna go down, down as a great
Every night I get, on my knees and pray
That I will go down, yeah
I will go down, yeah
Legendary moves,
a good thing
Yeah you feel like a good thing
So I'm all in for a good thing
Cause you ain't nothing like I'm used to, no
Cause you ain't nothing like
She say she ain't been fucked on in a minute (yeah)
She say she love when I'm in it
She say she ain't really made love in a minute (yeah)
Really
deep
(Oh, yeah, baby, feels so good)
Cause I?m goin' deep (Deep), deep, deep (Oh), deep
(Wanna go deep, Teddy sing)
[Verse 1]
Don't you know sky
The road I traveled on is gone
I can't find it, can't find it
And I can't go on
I can't give you love cause I'm loveless, loveless
I can't give you
focus
It's too much to resist
I'm over being under your spell
It keeps blinding me
Was too blind to see, yeah
I'm not the only one that you tell
Soon as packs drop you know I'm out here maneuvering
Gotta make a stack so I'm out here moving it
Got another pack so we out here moving it
Get it
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that
I'm crazy for you
Touch me once
go
Ice cream, upon a summer's day
Beginning sweetness never stays
Melting through the cracks in my hands
I guess I held on for too long
I'm
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that
I'm crazy for you
Touch me once
by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey
I'm the son of a 3rd generation farmer
I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter
I'm a God fearin' hard workin' combine driver
Hoggin' up
soul
Been ripping this shit since this little piggy was ya toe
Hope my team win eventually, 'cause' I'm the last cowboy
That you've seen on your tv
I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for
tell me what you is nigga
[Trae]
I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
J's on my toes, locs on my
Mic check, let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we
high above
The clouds can make them heavenly
A drought was kicked out of the class by
Frozen rings and dirty streams
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
Turn it up, can't go to sleep
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout my girl
And I'm tired of the games
Different faces, different names
I know somethin's gotta
Oh, yeah
I'm in love (I'm in love)
With the other woman
My life was fine (Life was fine)
Till she blew my mind, oh, shucks
I'm just
bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse
Where G. Dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I'm balla status from head
the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without
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