Lyrics:
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
a boy
When I work out Puba go see Roy's
next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me
don’t share the link
Bout these girls who used to hit ya now they went extinct
Bout the way you bout to switch up like that Tik Tok ting
I’ve been popping
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
I ask the lord to grant me wisdom for all the things I can’t fathom
I’m guided by intuition
I close my eyes and I listen
I know gold when it don
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
I want real love
That's the type that I give
I would love me some more love
If I don't get it I'll live
Every album is of piece of me
I be scared
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, huh
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
So I changed huh?
You got a phone
Pick it up
Call me
How come, we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
your pimp hand strong?
Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
and I disagree
I think you live what's in your head more than anything
And I don't believe in manifesting either
I think we have freewill as humans
your girl and I hit from the rear
If I was bored I'd take your career
Don't fuck with me, do I make myself clear
You have no point, yeah you built like
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep
Atlantic office
Who squeeze triggers, but they don't pay you to be active
Peep game, I'ma teach you how to rob a rapper
Catch a nigga lackin', he slackin' on IG live
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