Lyrics:
j'écris ma haine
Et puis j'ai mal au foie quand j'ai bu la 'teille (bordel)
J'avais b'soin d'une carapace mais c'est plus la peine (plus la peine)
Et
Getting everything ready gonna give it tonight
Making sure that what you want is what you're getting
I'll be a fantasy girl, even turn out
to blossom
We had to come up with a plan, we had to blossom
I always told you one day I would be a problem
I sit back and pay attention, I be watchin' how
wrist? That's a AP
I'm the type to save a bitch, C-A-P-E
Feeling like ET, flying out of the Addy
Fucking on shawty, she baddie
Casual convo then at it
Through the good, good-good, bad
Ups and the downs
I'll still be here for you
Let, let me cater to you
She said I see how you move
Don't play me for no
toujours-toujours
Frais l'niggas
Fais les Gz, baise les shmitts
'teille de tise
Gère le bus', tous les vrais le disent
C'est la merde
J'craque et j'ai pas b
is it so
Do you get a kick, out of tellin brothers no?
No it's not that see you don't understand
How should I put it, I got a man
What's your man
a life, an' show me somethin'
Black and white I ask this question
Twisted lies come clean
I face it
I see it
Don't wanna be it
I hate it
I feed it
Oh how I wish I was back in Georgia
Maybe I want, to be back in time
I've got a sweet lot of memories
Of another place
And a heart full of longing,
can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
drip, see drip, see drip
All my guys are lit
All my guys are lit
All my guys are lit
See drip, see drip, see drip
My money no be audio na physical
Area
of the game
It's all about money the hell about the fame
It's a shame
How mean the media can be to ya man
I'll see you in about two
Have a party, blunts
There used to be a moment when I used to have it all and then I lost it
Remember when I dreamed about a Benz and then I copped it
All I wanted was
I'm all about my paper, baby, I'm a hustler
I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby.
I'm married to the game to be the groom, bitch,
I sometimes wish that life could be free
Where do we go
Where do we go
My heart just beats cause I just can’t see
How do I know
How do I know
Will
I wanna laugh, I wanna smile
I wanna swim, I wanna fly
I wanna hear, I wanna see
I wanna feel, I wanna be
I wanna jump but not fall
I wanna get
be shit, said I'd die young, said I'd end up in a precinct
Where the cops wanna see us dead, now they only looking for a reason
Uh, now I'm in the four
Starz Power, see me shine
Transform, optimize my prime
Royalty in my bloodline
I age like fine wine
Had a vision for this game, now it's time to redesign
of place to see
We got lots of place to be
Let me know if this beat rock
Dont jinx it girl wood knock
Im curry balling Im money hauling
Blow the shit thats
Girl I'm on the go
So we could just be
Part time
Gots to give it to me
Even if it's
One time
My body on yours
Girl your body
On mine
keep it going
So fly, no luggage, baby carry on
Carry on, go on carry on
Keep doing what you doing
I can see you on that
You on that new shit
I see
I've heard a story, could be true
About a colour under blue
You couldn't see it with your eyes
Or invent with intellect
Like the inverse
been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you're giving up the gun
When I was seventeen, I had
I flood the block, I hug the Glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (stop
'Cause I show 'em what Waco see
Then hit
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