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Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
You can't be
are beautiful yea but they have thorns too
Yall call me trash, but you don't know the half
Asking questions I ain't know you could ask, gonna fill my
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
favorite singer at my crib, it's big, it's Ariana Grand
Sayin' "Sorry" in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans
Rockin' Marni, this ain't Barneys, I'm a star
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I
Ain't no cartact
Touch the mic is hot
You can Check the thermostat
That is just to tell you This is exactly where the hell we at
Make her purr
So I
I never be on that Elton Brand
It's YSL, she's fly as hell
Tell the come to go to my ride
You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose
Now she a thorn in my
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right
to the left
Man, I misstep threes, bruh
You ain't got shit on me, bruh
And how you gonna wanna talk to me
Baby girl, I'll take the payphone
It's the quarter
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
out that catalogue
Can't believe my eyes
So many women without a flaw
And I ain't gonna give it up
Steady, tryna pick it up, like a call
I'mma hit it,
Five four three two one
Ok I guess you high again
You tell me you love my vibes
You beg me just to sing again
I can tell you really like me
By
these days
I got money these days
I ain't giving no fucks Fuck these
Really rocking out because I been stoned like kryptonite
Willy knocking out because
words 'cause I'm history, yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
'Cause I won't be the one
ain't no waiting in line
succeed by any means
do it for me and mines
so I keep my head high
even through the low times
can't you see
I'm trying
you're gonna do a job, you better do it proper, better be prepared, yeah (yeah)
Quality (quality), quality (quality)
Quality (quality), quality
the finer things in life yet she don't wanna be by my side
Cut her off, now it's her loss, missed out, she couldda been my bride
Now she beg man like Shamima,
And nah I ain't talkin bout smoke
It's the life she chose to fuck up her nose
Cloggin those veins wrapped around all her bones
Why be a thorn when you could
Yeow
Fukkboy's gonna beg me with no pants on
I'm gonna get him with my chainsaw
Lemme get my gun, I blow ya brains out
I aint fuckin' with nobody,
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
to love me the way I am
How you gonna feel without your man? It's out your hands
And you know how the saying goes
Take the thorns with the rose, and that's
the one that's gonna take you back
Go fuck your friend, the one you ain't know
How he get my address to bring me your coat
Said y'all in love and getting
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