Lyrics:
see through you baby
[Hook]
I got BabyMomma Problems
She won't let me see my son and my daughter
She sees I'm depressed and she don't give a fvCk
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
open your heart?
Will you give me your hand?
Can you look in my eyes?
Will you see who I am?
The blood of your sons and
The blood of your daughters
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
later
Because this Di Bringo insane
70 tips none like cocaine oh mighty god
Rap flow you wouldn't know
Waiting all mad let you drop that new project
is upside down
But I've got this thing for you
When the sunburns and the moon turns
Tell your sons and your daughters
We'll be walking on the water
they feel
When their brothers are ill, They'll be jumping out the window
Son, you know the deal
Bank account went flat
Business Tooken by a black
Yo,
can do is close my eyes
and cry all the tears that my mother gave to me
my mothers a daughter so why even bother
to explain the pain of a son
Oh you
to say
I can tell you everyone should kill their sons, lock up their daughters
Kill their sons, lock up their daughters
Everyone that you meet they smile
silly games!
Saying "fuck generation"
Fuck friends too, cuz all along they was fuckin hating.
Praying that I don’t make it; you see me on top nigga
cannot work out
Where they're being taken
"You will all be in the stages
Of completing your three-month internships
The service we've had you complete
Heavenly Sent
She Is The One
Give Me A Day
I'll Give Her A Son
Give Her A Daughter
I Go On The Run
She Got A Boyfriend
Where Is My Gun (Pa Pa Pa)
in the, crying in the silence
We’re just people. Don’t think we’re evil
We all want the same thing, peace and liberty.
Sons and mothers, Daughters
you've learned all you can from me
Have you found out my son my daughter?
You can't believe in all that you see
What is it I wonder?
What is it I wonder?
a new Alphabet
How 'bout a son?
How 'bout a daughter?
To save these lambs from the slaughter.
I'll be the mother
You'll be the Father
We'll save these
A mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a lover, a son, a daughter
Shall not, shall not fade
Shall not fade
Your ancestors salute you
And the gods
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs
You're the target market of a corporate joke
It
Sunday comes you want to talk to Jesus
Fold your hands and justify the reasons for the weight on your chest
We're all trying to get by and just doing our
affirmed by His father, when God looked down and said, ?This is my son who I love.? Jesus hadn?t done a single miracle. All he asks of you is that you
you try, to be like none of them Housewives
Selling us fools' gold
Tell a son to slang dope and daughter twerk when they get old
Damn shame, how we
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