Lyrics:
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
Song Name-Hurting Me. Album-Messy
It's the fourth time in a week and you havn't returned my calls.
Said you're out there with your boys,
Do you know
Song Name- Love Me. Album-Messy
Woke up this morning wiped the sleet out from my eyes, opened the curtains and the birds were in the sky, oh what
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
(how'd we do that?)
Bow out, keep whatever cash I left
'Bout to zen just to catch my breath
Feel like after being swept in a hurricane I've actually
Social Season
I'm about to level up
Level up
I'm about to level up
Level up
Call me the one with the vibes
Swerving on I-95
Got my girl by
my album is
I've be blessed on the buttons
I might get another one in the charts
You think man are calling them blessed for nothing, nah
This
of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf
Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer
Last eight months I've been straighter than a ruler
And my
just sit in yo' seat
Okay, now you talking my language
I've been on tour for so long, adapted habits
Back home, now it's back to dabbing
Sorry if you
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
Et quand tu m'croises "I've got
The mind of a lunatic"
Les rimes claquent, les beats frappent
Frappent "One by one, I knock you out"
J'ponds des
I bring to it
(What you bring to it?)
Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain
Paper towel wrapped around her
Thigh absorbing it (Ah)
I'm the type
sales, which is none, `cuz ya kids don`t respect shit,/
it`s mad shit, still teens got burners but they tagless,/
they used to be hunted by badges, now
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