Lyrics:
on niggas
Man I must've been checkin my phone
I ain't see shit
That gun a prop, little buddy, you playin a role
Said that shit just for a song
Me, I go full
Heat check, LeBron, it's on! He's as hot as a blowtorch
That's a heat check, you knew that was coming
That's a heat check, guys
About to run my
melody I wrote by my own (All-in)
Hey
Guys we're bringing it all-in (Guys we're bringing it all-in)
tryna be the best with mystique (yeah)
And I'm no Missy Elliot
So I ain't checkin' for tweets
Checkin' for posts
(Ugh) , they be deaf doin' the most
My
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
because you're good like that
Maybe you're too lonely, maybe you're too crazy
Or maybe you think I just can't live without you in my life, baby
Everything
Feel The Same
I'm A Wink My Eye And Let U Know I Got The Game
When I Pass By I Know Exactly What U Say
He's So Fly
And He's So Coo
Hey Shawty (Hey
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
racing I'm thinking penetration
Wanna see you get nasty so skip the conversation
Like a tree I'm tryna take you down timber
You can be my cuddy buddy just
the cold hand of silence slapped my ego and all
I spoke nice baby but your response was ill
You aint all that..yes you are but still
Aight true life aint
it up Live it Up
Get famous
Oh I been here before been here a minute fam
Im sitting by the door go check my Instagram
I need a milly coors... I need
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show
ayy, ayy)
Got you tryna live by the movie scene
You in my jacuzzi sippin' on McQueen
(Man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Call up your girls and tell
always gold
On July the 11th I was sittin at home
Talkin to my girlfriend Geena on the telephone
Flippin through the newspaper checkin the news
When I saw
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby
the five
If a nigga get grown I ain't telling the guys
I ain't peeled in a minute that nigga all mines
I get that money throw it off in the slam
Some of my
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
no time to hesitate
(Seven!) Universally bonded with all my brethren
(Six!) Rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
(Five!) Stop holdin' the wall
makin' money, baby, i ain't listenin'
My mind's on a rolie checkin' in in
Hotel
Everest
Hotel everest
That's where demons go to rest
Heaven or hell i'll
like good girls, these bad girls, they not meant for me (nah)
You get one shot, don't fuck it up, turn to my enemy
I can't feel your vibe if you
yeah lil shawty she by wylin'
She saw my fit she said I'm stylish
Call me bad guy no Billie eilish
Alone on the road ima buy my island
Checking my watch
sucka MC
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk
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