Lyrics:
I worry but she tell me alright
She tell a lie just to keep me by her side
You better stay away, I'm bad for you I'll cloud your mind
I'm inhuman,
call for a backtrack
Gimme that old-time easy listening
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah
12 hours, twice a day
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah
Simmer down
Attaway
on a mission
1-2 ya, the gears are shiftin'
He called, I cried, we broke!
Racin' through the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I'm sick of their city games
a pro with my tool, I call her Tim Allen
Man forget my mistress, my side chick, my salt wife
You the one I've been waiting for my whole life
And pardon me
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
better the player
Im a Smooth operator
I used to get aired by Taylor, Now the amiris i get them tailored
Brownskin Jayda wayda, Send me the addy im deya,
on the edge
I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery
You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery
I'm about to get
Vou adorar
Santo Cordeiro de Deus
Santo Cordeiro de Deus
Vou adorar
Vou adorar
Eu me alegrarei, no Senhor
E cantarei suas maravilhas na terra
Eu me
Call 12, he hope I go to jail, heard he been a rat
I stuffed all of my pockets with blue hunnids, they can't handle that
Was born a hustler, mama was
in the bag
I could ya just call me with that?
Actin' like ya think ya gettin' all it back
Still remember standin' all alone in the trap
Waitin'
kind deceased
And It’s crazy we don’t know who to call
And It’s crazy we don’t know who to call
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by
me to mix[01:09.36]Thats what I really can do[01:09.98]Fuck her from the back[01:10.76]Met a bad bitch named lucy[01:12.03]Ass so big threw it
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
got no problem checking by[01:30.12]Even if nobody check for me[01:33.82]How the fuck you the homie don't pick up the phone[01:35.99]I call on my niggas
the homelessness[02:11.59]Takes me back to the streets of Manhattan[02:13.54]Can't imagine what it's like to call your home a bridge[02:15.23]But I gotta admit[02:16.05]When you'd
having fun
Late nights with pink bubblegum
I can’t believe this is over
Until the next time I call you
You called me
I was never gonna answer
You’re not
ever since I found myself I patterned my own lane
It took a long time but I love this version of myself I can't change
Don't try call me bro I was
nigga cocky
Making moves, John Stockton
Walking home with the rocket
Pray to God that 12 don't stop me
I remember back then in High School
Kicking back
huh, that's just my view
I ain't kidding uko in the wrong profession
Meli ya Barz on the way nikufanyie provision
By the look of things naona hatua make
call me hippie 'cause I live without any concern
Up on this green earth, I'm on them green herbs
Yeah yeah, yeah, I stay in them trees like
beat the pussy up I'm not Miguel Coto
Vybz mi nuh lef mi 50 like mi name yami bolo
She my protoje I'm her type she call me proto
I stay winning like
No justice no peace
No Racist Police
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Black blocks are in the streets in black bloc
The streets are filled with
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
call no name
Waiting money to knock on my door
Bitch I owned there
Bloody young bear
Eyes on ice i chose my size got sum blocks here
Uh .. few falling
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