Lyrics:
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
some pearls and diamonds, caviar
Whatever works for you, baby
But I live my life on my own terms
I don’t live my life for you, cause
I’m a bad b****
I
need to fight cos I no be Muhammad Ali
Na one life we live jeje
Nobody God eh eh
Anyhow e be jeje
Nobody los' eh
Blessings
All my guys don deu ask
Boy
bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
front of Angels, it's packed inside
Hopped out and seen light skin passing by
Aww light skin, he all in my light tints
While I parallel park in
shit, fuck a ravance angry bitch
Seventh Sign nigga, DOA nigga, Capo Confuscious, Little Razul
Josiah, Patience, Baby Fil, Nina Ross, Olay Aloha and
My
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So (no)
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So (no)
chasing trying get my bag bigger
Bigger dreams bigger image
Whatever my name on imma kill it
Long live my brother imma make em feel it
Lil bitch I call
all month, I got it done last night
From pop songs to freestylin', and I'm just that guy
My only stereotype, I get the stereos hype
But people stare
white, there's few writers in my cipher
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys a
You see making it from here
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
to ask me, these days
they talk a bunch of shit (they cap)
i saw they face when
you done walk right by a side of me (my queen)
they turned they back when
No?. .Aiight cool just checkin
Look, from a hundred yards you caught my eye
An all my boys said I didn't have the heart to say hi
I'd like to have
The club ain't my scene
I like to go to the club
Take care of my business
Talk to the people I need to talk to
Put it down like that
Everybody checkin' you
just had to be searching
By getting his character right, as well as checkin the verses
With his Spirit living in side, I knew he was worth it
To live for
on the stake then fuck me baby
Take me to Heaven's Gate
Demon's want my soul, Demons locked inside
Y'all just want the gold, I just wanna die
Tell them crucify
sneak peek
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
em "likewise"
'Cause I'm a nice guy
Baby I'm a nice guy
Type of dude to keep the password off the WiFi
Wave howdy-do to the neighbors as I drive by
you buddy
See, i don't want to brag
I'm a graced personnel
Youngboyjonkay
In the building, by the way
All my guys come
Make we jolly
Day by day
We
Thump, Thump! Wakes her up after midnight
Mother's boy toy tryin' to prove he's a tough guy
S tartin' life in the hood, trailer home grown
Momma
chin high learn to inspire
When he's 5 probably give it to my lil guy
Everything Godly hat's what I live by
Live a lit life
Live knowing that you will
get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(I know him and he does)
And you're my fact-checkin' cuz
(Aww)
Well focus
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