Lyrics:
out the rear
The bona fide, boom bap emcee, we hold dear
Privately, quietly, a mighty, variety of anxiety, piled-on-me
Compiled by me, it mildly
struggle
It's so common
These streets by day can't hold my gaze
Come sunset to the rescue
Hear yelling from my window
I'll catch you at the house show
Don't
gettin' money, she a trick-trick
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get shit
Trench bitch, she can't hold a secret, showin' my dick
ooh, ooh
You ain't gon' lay me 'way for a rainy day
Can't wait 'round in it
Live your life like flowers in bloom, ooh
Why you keep that girl so
light and blessings upon you
Woo
If it come down to it, is you still gon' be here
Baby, lemme whisper some in your ear
Keep that fye by my side
Can't let
man's D rose
And I need me a boss ass bitch
I can’t be around no lost ass trick
I got me a line and if you cross that shit
Ain’t no coming back over gotta
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
Like a light weight, like a cheap date
Like a teenage kinda first taste
I'm scared of the come down
I don't think I'll know how
To live without
to come
To have some breakfast
At your burial get it
That was joke
I don’t want
None of the smoke
Unless its some dope
I got some weed in my throat
Hold it
you can't see
I know you want it back,but it can't be
I'm afraid the darkness now has me
Just try to live on and be happy
Ba-by I will see you
Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become
babysitted, playing with him
When she wasn't acting right
Don't you got your own dreams, own goals
It ain't right that you gotta
Put them on hold you went
(cause these are the days)
(ballin, we gon' hold on)
[Trick Daddy]
And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga
You let him know, then
what he's saying
Double it up but they ain't giving up bucks
And they playing
Cover it up so you can't see that the puppets is
Getting pumped with
I got tricks, up my sleeve
I got bands, finally
Shorty thick, Kylie
She a freak, in the sheets
Im boutta smoke, this weed
How’s life? VIP
Live my
the trick dice
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself,
me but I killed that niggah
She like just hold me but I can't deliver
Another shadow lurking trying to feed my demon
Another shadow lurking trying
is sheepishly vain
To keep me entertained
And my soul fights and holds tight it's been
Told lies by old guys on cold nights
My mind chirps like a bird
the playground With my kids the only time I slide For me
He thought covid nineteen saved him
But that mask can't hide his eyes From me
If you riding in this car
By
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
chain-like binds
Used to be used to this shit
Was all in my head
I got something new in the mix
But I can't forget
I knew that you were a trick
It's simple
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
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