Lyrics:
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
carter I’m ballin
can you imagine if this didn’t happen
you shouldn’t have switched sides 병신아
날 욕하던 새끼s 어디 갔나
형들도 나를 보면 눈 깔아
Shaking off haters
All the way down
To my legs
This the imanari roll
Backwood round
As a leg
Don't skip the track
That'll throw
Skip and Brad into
Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)
Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)
We got the funk doody don shit,
Cool kid/ Stupid/ Foolish
Bitch I thought you knew this shit my nigga
Young bitch I thought you knew this shit my nigga
Damn right I thought you knew
Oh dear Oh
My husbannd's got no courage in him
Oh dear Oh, Oh dear Oh
All sorts of vittals I did provide
All sorts of meats that's fitting for him
Connoiseur)
Shout to my big brother Ian, stayin' out for Kicks Hawaii Crew (Crabby, Henry), Aloha! Huh
Aubrass, shout to Ricky Kim, shout to Chuck Anderson
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
up tangled
One leg in the air and I'm grippin her ankle
I challenge my foes
To throw me off balance, I rose
Up to the occasion
Whenever I battle
hear
It used to be what kept us goin
What can you do?
Culminated case city limits to murky acreage
Johnny Carter infected commands all for some basic
Bentley Bentayga, no shoes on my carpet
No Vince Carter, fifteen with the carbon
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
pussy that's real rap
And you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they new bars from
And I could careless if you lame niggas
drop it, got a album, never
They just hatin' cause my skin, but I'ma prove this shit to them
White, or black, or Asian, Indian, don't mean you can't be
murdered by the pastor's wife and child
Just to protect they lifestyle
Yeah a lot of shit on my mind
And I still got some questions I be looking for signs
goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by
girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin
times (how many times)
How many times I keep tellin' your ass quit hittin' my lines
This motion's expired and no need for any reply
This is one
times (how many times)
How many times I keep tellin' your ass quit hittin' my lines
This motion's expired and no need for any reply
This is one
a lot, and still earnin' a lot of money crazy
Doin' my thing and securin' a win for all my babies
Aight, well it's clear in this new year you've been
shit real!
Now who the realest everybody feel this
And everyday of my life
People try to tell me that I hate the whites
Cause I said what's right
I go
this moment like Phil Collins
For all my life I've been trifer than trife
Hyper than hype, I'm fightin' to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
993s for a week
Slidin down Lincoln Ave
Cranking that me
Lookin like a g
First thang you told me
Be a wolf, or die a sheep
Gotta keep a hustle
Down here
to chop him a nick
I get all between her legs
Like Vince Carter and shit
Young niggas since kids we was all in the mix
She bad as hell all on the gram
I
ain’t bout no paper then you know I gotta move on might break yo leg in my shoes tryna step this way them niggas from the ave know they all don’t play
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