Lyrics:
to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the God type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get
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Misleading information
GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring
Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery
The game Sho'll is ugly that's
the good, the bad, the ugly
I've had to hustle hard, just to keep my stomach full, trust me
Shit ain't sweet out here
Might get caught in the headlights like
get it by a lot
Everybody can tell that I'm shining
Everything I touch turns gold, boy, I feel like a goat
Feel like I'm chosen
I made it, I made it
ugly
Is that Smegol
Open her mouth
That shit gon reek though
One of my mans got lift by a street hoe
She done it before like R.I.C.O
Patriotic to my
living
Damn near dying
For every digit I get
Fuck they know bout that
I ain't never put shit on the line
Jus' shit in they rhyme
I shoot a nigga shit
Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we
Runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin'
At them fools, you know
the fuck up is what his partner said to me
Followed by do you wanna get your ass arrested
Hell I might as well I just got molested sons of bitches
I need
Got her bite marks on my neck
She’s a vampire, wow... a vampire now
She ripping my heart out my chest
Now she can’t die out... I’m fantasizing bout her
Wozy
That b**** charging or sumn so you know, I called her Tesla
Wozy, Wozy
Flex on a b**** give af bout a b**** im just tryna get rich
Had to show
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
impact'll snap a brick in half as quick as seconds on the chronograph get ticked
Brick by brick, I built myself here a motherfuckin' establishment, look (uh)
If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody
he'd be better dead
Told em its beauty in the ugly
I could make a thread
But I'd rather sow the game
Leave my mark
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Wit yo bitch
And the girls she
it opens doors
So never focus on the things that they all say
Situations ugly tend to get us down
And the old folks claiming that it ain't what it
bout the past by me I can
Help out your flows just ask me
And I'll shoot you a flea I
Give you slap my nigga
A little far from free
Yes I bleed
the talk, 'bout all the guns
But no bodies
Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh
Got no bodies
'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans?
Nobodies
Nigga
God will control that
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see
smoking that gas by the gallon
Don't tell me you love me be bout that action
Don't tell me about go make it happen
Better not blow it like the Falcons
My
"Fuckin' Slug? Oh my God, he is so fucking ugly."
I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
Don't panic, don't panic
'Bout to, get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic
Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel nigga showed off
Couldn't use your brain, now
even cute, our baby prolly by ugly
And I ain't happen to have that baby
And your stomach doing having that
How much it cost to get rid of
It? I give you
was bussin I’m using the rubbers now I gotta flush it that my kids inna toilet
If you play wit us shit can get ugly
Boy don’t make me go call up my
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
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