Lyrics:
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"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
the block where you can suck a cock
Then shoot your phone by a stupid mistake with a Glock
If you want to stalk me
Come knock at my door so I can knock your
the block where you can suck a cock
Then shoot your phone by a stupid mistake with a Glock
If you want to stalk me
Come knock at my door so I can knock your
and hit erase
Eve my dear your my queen
I just got to make believe it
And let the universe align you'll see the sign
Eve my drummer girl your with the Lit
your whole production
Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction
Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right
Pack her bags pack
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
a reference track, than you do your album
If you're looking for a new artist, you just found him
Like Stark, my problem started at my heart
In my core
Sounding
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
like I'm running out of favours
Fire on the streets got me bunning down my neighbours
I could flex on your girl like "Honey, I'm a badders"
Man I
goin'
Matter fact I'm done
'Cause the truth is spoken
Your girl say she loves me
Her top five is all me
Got a landin' strip with my name on it
I'ma crash
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
album
On your tippy toes, make your way to the fountain
You're thirsty as hell
Cause Burnout couldn't sustain you
Everyone on Netflix but you still using
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
Up up and away it goes girl
You already know by now
I'm sorry I wasn't your sun girl
But sweetheart you're still my world
I'm just waiting for
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
skirt-chasing, I guess
It's arrivederci, same nurse, just heard say they're unplugging me
And it's your birthday, Jade, I'm missing your birthday
Baby girl, I'm
attention
And not to mention you look like you're on a pension
You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer
And by your heavy breathing I can tell you
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