Lyrics:
out of my head
But sometimes I get so picky
About these girls who get with me
It was never enough to make sweet love in my bed
See I was with a girl
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
want a war
Nigga we can get to shooting
I'm fucking on your whore
Fall in love call me cupid
Little bitch I'm from the six
Are you dumb are you stupid
know about
Waking up guns in your face
Bussing swaps out your spot
Made them run in your place
They want the keys to safe
Pray they can't get a warrant
goin get put on a white tee
You were my inner peace
Baby I can't breathe
I hope you told your new man not to try me
I wish that he would
He goin get put
dollar zip
Trap love
White runts three five twenty five
Trap love
Can't ride around
In nobody hood
And find this price
For that bud
If you do
Guaratee that
some more
You make me feel so lovely
And darling I can't get enough
I think I'm in love with you
I think I'm in love with you
Owww
I think I'm in love
join it's your decision
It's the joints they are your prison
Escape please now you've got a reason
Can't afford to carry this on
Can we talk? Can we
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get fucked up like a bitch
is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Silence is the deepest truth
Get the phone away from me
get the TV away from me
get that phone away from me
There’s never enough I can do, I shoot
was born a perfectionist
Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
I really hate
two
Set a goal get what you need
And get out the matrix
Share the love and help another
What it is
What's up
Why can't we show love
What it is
What's up
your eye out
Now you a remy
All my niggas getting jiggy off of white ass hemis
While im running
I got a opp for this beam
I got Glocks in my jeans
I got
ones)
Hope y'all muhfuckas ready
We goin' up, can't hold me down dawg
You ain't strong enough
If my brother down dawg
I'm-a lift him up
Niggas came from
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
Fuck that we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your shit my
Leaving this bitch whiplashed screaming to
Get a skin graft
Soon as I conjure enough cash
For the next six pack
It’s your family’s heads gift
Wrapped in
rocks back
They push that blm scam down that white liberal race track
So your new thing is trying to be the Al Sharpton of rap
Big pimpin to race pimping,
know that I should stay away but I can't get enough
You're my weakness, kryptonite, hottest love
You're poison
Poison
Poison
Poison
Poison
I hear I'm
dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Love what you do, do what you love
Come on
For the love of this thing
I can't get enough
waste your time, don't try to make a move
Cuz I aint like all of those other dudes
No, don't get me wrong, you're like a hot white sun in June
But my love
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
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