Lyrics:
where my tool go
Fake niggas, they fool's gold
Hey fool
Get shot nigga and you move around
Still serve in the school zone
Neighborhood with my jewels
of many tricks and tools and joy
With a battery of guilt on which to poise
Down by the shore, a funny foal
Who bit my wings and ate 'em whole
You left
at the pictures
Didn't have a manual to build this
Just assemble it from feeling
By looking at pictures
I was given tools meant for building
With no
INDEPENDeNT
{HOOK}
Niggas don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Bitches don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Ima get it how I did it by myself..
[Im all by
or wherever it may
Be and it was about kind of
The extension of pre-existing
Communication and I
Think that the Internet has a
Tool for that, as the
Internet,
Playboy on this bitch
But he ain't playin’ though
No rules we abide by, them schools
We get denied by, them tools
We live and die by
Bloodshed,
been just as deceived
An effect that was planned by the powers that be
A most effective tool for division and rule
A most effective tool for division
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I'm strictly business gotta watch you
You snake me once, you snake me twice I'll be a fool
Fooly up the street want static yea, we got them tools
I'm
standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
I dont play games i play with no rules i had dat tool
a tool
What you tryna do?
On the move
On some wild shit
I'm on my style shit
I kill you and everyone by a mile bitch
I ain't fuckin with nobody unless they
Owned by rotten cats without ears
And senile spiders without mouths
- Bald furs.
Oh ! If your house was full of human breath,
At last maybe you'll feel
My top gone in the coupe
Glock long iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped
ah guh wid 380
Big 6 pants rise up wid no safety
Me and baby on the move
Plus mi rolling wid di tool
Jump a nigga if he acting funny
For my nigga im
was impressed by ya movement
I was getting checks with the movement
I was getting fresh with the tool kit
If you want the sex gotta prove it
If you want
the king of my empire
Im in love with the lifestyle
Money bags with the lights out
Hit a check in a drive by
I keep on running them red lights
I keep a tool
respect
Because farmers feed cities and work harder than most
Join me as we honour them with a toast
By having one more for the road
Because it's a long way
niggas, I don't know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools make 'em blow some
what they do
When a hook come around
Them kids come down
They a tell on you
It's snakes in the grass
Getting trapped by rodents
Potent we smoking
what you want then?
I put niggas in motion
My snipers go to scopin’
Everybody in here got a tool
Pop the top right off a fool
Breakin’ room, might make
THE SYMPTOMS ARE OVER
DAYS GO BY
I'M A TOOL LIKE YOU
DAYS GO BY
THE SYMPTOMS ARE OVER
DAYS GO BY
I'M A TOOL LIKE YOU
DAYS GO BY
THE WAIT IS OVER
bring zees into germany. zees are japanese tools. why do you bring japanese tools to germany where we make the finest tools ever, you, what are you
I'm surrounded by these snakes and they all choking my neck
I'm surrounded by these snakes and they all choking my neck
I'm surrounded by some fakes I
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