Lyrics:
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
just wavy
All of my friends, working real hard, but I was just lazy
Prying on girls, but now we the same so how is it worth it
No pain no pain, still
a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes
Face natural, can I get at you?
Saw a spot on the body, look nice with a tattoo
With my name, but didn't
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go)
still a donny like Mozart
Early twenties, I was raving to Fly By
When I wasn't hungry for Wi-Fi
Playing CDs from my hi-fi
I love an action movie
on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dying for
for the projects
And when that dude came in, i did my thing
DeSean Jackson came with his boy fake chain
I'm a beast boy i'm a G boy
Look man we going
wanna see you do it big
Rainin' champagne, huh, 'long as I could get a swig
A real friend'll kill you if you asked him to
Instead of stabbin'
chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I want to fuck her friends
See you baby
came from that pain
Aimin for a Grammy
Erebody know my name
Ima say it now I want da money not da fame
All I wanna do is tell my story
Real street bitch
Connected out to the Netherlands
My music goes out and moves predicates
So mommy, tell a friends and tell a friend
Run and tell a friend and tell a friend
the thunder play
He gave my chest a peek
That's how he know my heart
He want the best for me
He said respectfully
"I know that he's your boy
But baby, I'm your
through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys
Champagne for the pain
I've been blowin' all this money, tell them niggas keep the change
I got girls doing girls
I'm a real motherfucker
Real niggas run
Champagne for the pain
I've been blowin' all this money, tell them niggas keep the change
I got girls doing girls
I'm a real motherfucker
Real niggas run
everyday I try to repent
They praying for bread
I prey the lord will show me my gifts
As real as it gets
I know I wasn't alone when I slipped
Had to learn
friends are here
Hey, all my friends, all my friends are here
Singing it out
Devil in the blue sky
Angel in the deep
Writing out your best lines
in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with
a player, how I'm 'posed to react
When my friends run up on me like that, help me out
Why'all
Friends {Friends} [You be my friend]
How many of us have
six mops
I catch mine and trap it for real
I don't diss ops bitch, what I got in store
Ain't at a gift shop
Y'all love to critique my raps
"I don't be
know the meaning of friends
And if you ask me, you know, I couldn't be much help
Because a friend's somebody you judge for yourself
Some are okay,
know the meaning of friends
And if you ask me, you know, I couldn't be much help
Because a friend's somebody you judge for yourself
Some are okay,
just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Jay Vain is back, no introduction
Check out my wrist , that shit be
get it champagne popin'
Spoiling me rotten till I feel some damn pain like a cavity
Pump me with some novocaine by the way you bounce on it
Turn into
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