Lyrics:
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
need a breather
See me Anita (I need the)
Soul to really bounce from your speaker
Since BLM I had to stop and think
I was actually 12 when I experienced
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
you can call me Abe
Mister Young & Saved
Mister I don't want the fame I want the game
Mister I wrote down everything that I became
My whole life is
steady
Bounce up don't call me Betty
Stacking up prezis
Skirting like Andrettis
Time to pop out in my new Fendi
Yea I flex without my bag
No pills I pop
every emotion[02:12.98]I could never do things by my own, again[02:18.34]If you see me crying in the halls[02:22.14]Pretend like it's just normal for
her mind
Now she calling me love of her life
Riding round out a V-12 I call my gee let them ball in
Trip to Saudi With an Audi
I want Porsche like
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers
I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker
Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers
WORTH IT
CALL HER TREND SETTING CEE
STEADY TRIMMING DOWN TREES
STEADY DOING FOR MY SEEDS
AND I'M STEADY DOING ME
SMALL THINGS TO A GIANT
IT AIN'T SHIT
a target call me bulls eye
Apple in my hand no apple in the pie
I cover up my problems you cover up your thigh
I guess times up bye, bye, bye, bye
All my
ball (checc me out)
Slauson mall (checc me out)
I fuck 'em once (checc me out)
And never call (checc me out)
Nigga
All bad bitches, (it's all
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
me
Tried to build a cell around me
Snatched my nigga Emory up
Tried to get him to tell about me
He told 12, "Gimme 12"
He told them to go to Hell
niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
like them other dudes do we
We young boys, but we sound mature
Call me Stewie
But this ain’t no baby talk
Say we make them looney tunes
‘Cause they
[Bonus track on the Japanese version of 'Stacie Orrico']
You are the star of my story
Every page of my life is dedicated to You
With all the fame
upgrade
I want a type 8
Version 12
Trick u can’t tell it
I say neva let trick know
how you make ya cash flow
I been scheming on da
Big score
Red
(Guys this orange, is ginamenerosorous, whatever you-)
Uh
Feeling like an idol
No Abel
No wheelchairs
Not disabled
Broke my leg
Once I was 12
(Walked
Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone
Don't you call my phone call my phone bitch I'm gone
When you talk to me watch your tone watch your
are that she right here next to me
That was kinda risky just pour me some more whiskey
Party at the club and the house call me Mickey
Ask about the time
Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
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