Lyrics:
know sey one day you gonna need me, looking down upon me coz you get money, you be ma personal person but you do me something wey man never forgetting.
I know what you want girl
Let me be the one to
Hold your hand forever
We'd be good together
I know what you want girl
Let me be the one to
Hold your
Verse 1
I've been streaming all winter on Zwift,
Taking tips from strangers, sweating my tits off.
But when the sun comes up I’ll be already out
don’t be shy
You know I’m here for you
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
I no gum body with your gum body
I don tell you say I no fit to gum body
You be killing me with
[Verse: Emeka]
I'll be back for a minute
Let's just kick it
I've been sippin slow
I'm so faded I can't lie
And I can't get her off my
Nah I can't get her
blue
Roses are red and
Violets are blue
Maybe I've damaged my
Brain permanently
Maybe I can't be
Who they want me to be
When I get in my head, I
Feel
you break down losing your shit
Kissed you way that you want to be kissed
And I know the bed where you sleep and the meds you’re on
But I don’t talk
Started, started started
I know that you with it, tell me are you gonna be here for me
For me for me
Sabes que tu quiere dime si tu vas esta aqui
always tried again
You never gave up.
Make on your gain
And never stop.
Be alive
Don't think, what people say,
They always judge.
Your heart will find
would you do if I decide to be free
Tony:
You ain’t got to be that serious
I love you babe with all my heart
We can make it through much bigger things
I
home with heels in my hands
Said tonight would be different but it’s how it always ends
My roommates throwing up over 10 cheap beers
Is this every
like wool. & I Can't have my pockets be all lint. On the run for the money in full sprint. Condition my dough to keep it mint. It's about what I do make
I’m snappin like them west side boys in leather jackets but ain’t no fuckin west side story so no theatrics you can have the drive but still be stuck
I be that mothafucka
Someone call the laws cause new dru about to plunda
Disgust ya
Bitch this not a lesson this a misson
Shoot a half court shot
Decrepit
That’s how she be after I beat her back in
Need that money up front
Nigga run me my back end
Know my niggas run and drill like football
I just be up in the bando
Niggas cant fight me
Like Rango
Wanna play gun dancing tango
Niggas not talking my lengo
Hay hay hay
Trapping looking
Better man.
Better man.
Better man.
Be a BETTER MAN!
Better man. Be a better man.
Better man. Be a better man.
Better man. Be a better man.
Better
lit
Tried to ride the wave, Then he dodged the fade
But them n****s round my way, They ain't aiming for no legs
They be caucious, Swerving in the whip
Focused I stay in my lane
Can't even think got the facts of the case on my brain
Bitches be chasing the fame
I aint chasing no dick, I ain't
hot pick quick fix like she got the munchies turn her into a eater real beater like a throwaway could be a pistol take a shot you know today Holly want
twenties fifties
More smoke than a chimney
Pepper them cuz I'm minty fresh
But we move filthy look
T-shirts stay crispy
1 2 3 briefly
A B C quickly
You feel
standing
Contemplating watching me tearing shit up
I be crying from my eyes,
I be tearing shit up.
So what you dont see,
Is what you dont know
So what
how it’s gotta be
How can I maintain? with that shit on my brain?
Shit driving me insane!
I’m in n out in the lanes!
Yeah I feel the pain, but its
Kilomiti yeh yeh
Ah yeh ah ah
Yung eagle
But aboli no be bad boy
E be de good boy eh
E be de real boy ehh
Aboli na de south boy
Dem say no
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