Lyrics:
shake all mi head and ask corona why
Gyal a ask if mi like r mi affi tell a lie
Shi a twerk fimi pon video call shi musn high
Cause when wi in person shi
understood me you would know that I don't ask for suggestions
So understand me before Mello have to teach you a lesson
(All alone)
I guess I'm meant to be
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
been tryna get at me, ever since you been down
Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now
Baby don't worry about it
I'mma be
All I can think
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
’m bad, deserve a couple swings that really land
Got me losing all my balance like I tried a whole new dance
Want some Prada on my clothes, not designer but
on none but I been doing hits
Get to jumping the fences
Hop in the wheels
Gotta make it to the bricks
We deep asf in here who want it
Still put shit up by
you, I feel at home
Life sucks, when I'm all alone
I need you next to me up in my throne
Our love, rocks like stone,
Yeah your love what I call my home
and the bees
a match made in heaven like some O's and D's
no I never met a girl so sexy and fine
she can take a man's money especially mine
and on top of all
Do some weird shit, believe in the art of the joke (yeah)
In this case, I was like
"Ayy, y'all a great crowd
So as a reward, do you wanna see my
perfect baby even with your flaws
You ask what I like about you, ooh I love it all
When it comes to you, baby I'm addicted
You're like a drug, no rehab can
she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but
Him there’s no more limit like a game of Texas Hold ‘Em
No more fold-in, I’m going all in,
Cause Heaven is the place that I’ve been enrolled in
They ask
Leaving every text on read
I Do not regret a thing I said
These the type of niggas that be Left for Dead
No one asks bout the aftermath
Not letting
of the room
But all I could see was you
Stupid little haircut
Socks are hiding in your shoes
Strutting down the hallways like you think you’re so cool
And it’s
wanna dance
Yes, I solve my problem
Yes, I solve them all today
Yes, I call your shawty just to put her on a plate
Told her that I'm coming-coming-coming,
Just look around
I'm by myself with all this
I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist
But they don't the difference regardless
Cause they don't keep up
You gotta
Cause Ian thinking about that lil' shawty all da time
She always think I got something to hide got something to hide, yeah
She thought that I was always
Can I ask you a question? Do you have. I know that's enough, go ahead, but that wasn't my question.
The problem is, you don't want the truth. So,
even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I
and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions, and they all about us
of you
(That's all I ask of you)
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Often met by interventions of the Maker
Whether welcome, by the pardon
out the intervention (do it)
I'm in dimension, two by sixteen's
You all broke LP niggas threw in the bay
A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
Pit
impressed by the stuff that y'all did
Stuff that y'all did, I'm way beyond it
I'm in the Phantom, hop out handsome
Can't nobody do it like my grand mama,
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