Lyrics:
that's dependable
Keep you by my side, these other fools is suspendible
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurtin' for some cash
You never mind takin'
for real (Old Dixie)
You can catch me and the battlefield (Battlefield)
Yea I’m with Bourtney in the battlefield
Perky, Adderall that be my blessing
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
They liked your music but hated all
The rest of the artist he told them nah
You wanna sign him gotta pay us all
I knew that I wasn't ever signed to her
I
at Dixie's Chicks
With that red light
All men they drool at you, yeah
When you pass by
I know they want you now
But I don’t know why
I'm going home tonight,
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
still came downstairs
It's after three AM there
And I know that she wanna' take a ride in my sixty-six with no lights
Blondie, like The Dixie Chicks, we
boots kickin' bitch yeah you
Know I'm the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys
And loud toys i keep that joint smokin' like
A stack on the Cummins
or 4 dudes make-out with each other without
being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary, sometimes I think you
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
come for di crown)
Believe, believe
(Nah)
Okay (kyuh), Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she
or die
Millionaire mindset, shorty match my fly
Pretty face, stay prayed up, not getting by
We gone have us some babies and touch the sky
Aye (Aye)
Told
hey yo
Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like
We do it big, how we live, Kelly told you so, come on
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could bump like this
Said, I
stunned me to find out
That you've never won Best Album at
The Grammys i suppose I shouldn't be
Surprised, but it's kind of odd
Considering what you've done
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check, yeah
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check, yeah
Uh, clean whip new chick that hit the hip up
I come through lacing your scene, I'm high
dripping wet
You can bet turn it up roll it up burn it up
Give it back to me let me show you
How to move that groove that weed that do that
All in
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