Lyrics:
spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
I look in the mirror can't figure out who am
My life is in shambles
Baby can't pass this exam
I notice my peers is seeing glory
Faith is getting
you make
I'm finna pull up, like, I'ma fuckin' pull up and I'll take
Every fuckin' life away, so you better get out my way
(Whew) I'm showin' all love,
manna dropping down out of the clouds
All these people taking
And never giving back
All these people taking
And never giving back
No matter what they got
real
Could have set it off
But I was thinking bout yall for real
I had angels by my side to get me out of the deal
But the scars on my back was your
caught three dudes gay, like I'm Levi Thomas
I just ate three quarter pounders, like I'm Zach Fry
I just grew out a mustache, like I'm Cooper Alexander
I
my bank account
private jet out in Vegas Vegas
Fam straight no more slanging weight
I want the house with the gate
I want the m's
I want the m's
I want
her Overseas
I bought her Marc Jacobs
Straight out the gate I swear I'm da hardest
I ain't never seen y'all niggas out shopping
Work too hard, ain't
y'all shit
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
Verse 5:
[kastro of the outlawz]
Beg down, I truck a young bug
ride
Do it by my lonely I don't need no company, Aye
They saw me get it out the mud
I know that they gone come for me Come for me
If you ain't see what I
got a bottle of Rose, so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the Gypsy angels go
They're built
while I'm on a jet
My baby, she napping right here on my chest yeah
We shook em, and now they all tense
I'm walking around like my name start with prince
up
Its chef Hardy i been cookin up
If you aint know by now just look us up
Gave out too many chances
Nigga, now the jig is up
You cant see it, we cant
to stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss
Baby you don't want to miss the ISH
Babes they love to come by and get laid
* Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
madonna
I was ya Eric and you were my donna
Roll in the bed and I'm callin you mamas
Name Tommy Hills but she callin me thomas
(She callin me out of my name
it
Career make a mill
You take and you greedy
Tryna make me ya meal
Ticket on the metro
Hitchin rides
I really rap, y'all gettin' by
Full steam ahead
terrace by a hillside green,
It’s there that our love would come true,
This city life is blinding us all,
We burn out as we vent all our spleen,
We spend
And I don't give a shit enough to check out all my texts
Fucking her rough when she begs
Let's just have sex till I'm spent but I ain't spent till I'm
He gave them power over unclean spirits to cast them out
And to heal all kinds of sickness and all kinds of disease
Now the names of the twelve
Look, gotta stick wit it I gotta see it by 40
Been out the booth, 2024 I'm goin harder
Guess I'll drop this fresh, I know y'all miss the recordings
you need to do
You need to get that mixed up feeling
Upside and from out of you
I fell to the earth and got back up
And shook that shit off eagerly
I
me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne, and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne, and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
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