Lyrics:
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid
Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid
Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
got a little dance he wants to do
He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
It really
prices
If he cross you once
You gotta know he ain't righteous
Make it rain in the club
We ain't even see lightening
Beat him with the butt of the gun
We
hit like Ed Reed
Why they wanna try you never broke boy by the bayou pack hit Troy Polamalu
Yeah Bigby say fuck it half that grass he a dummy pack hit
I give back to the sender
My life lessons must enter Lagos
I gotta go back in December
Club full of girls, I'm tipsy
A brownie one wanna whine
rogers just the
Other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the f you talkin' 'bout
'til he told me Lorna died
It fed me up so much I
Couldn't even go
last meetin' with the pastor
I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master
How to play with me and he know I play for keeps,
Bahamas
Brand new flex as I'm brushing off the drama
And Fuck everyone who ignored my music
Getting short tempered I’m the bomb got my fuse lit
Shane Troy
goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
out. Clef full of that top Ramón.
Punno rinnin' through his vanes.
Yeah, he hold me too.
And you know we gonna get it#133#
YOU KNOW WE GONNA GET IT!
club, golf lessons
That's just par for the course
Sixteenth birthday
Pops in the yard with a horse
He say keep them grades up, she
Workin' hard for that
Look, eh
When I was little, bro
The preacher had a prophecy that I would be a pastor (ooh, wait)
I don't think this what he meant
But I could
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
being fooled, by pastors covered in jewels
These Angels are all around you, don't you feed into that bullshit
The devils on the podium, there's demons in
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack,
hundredz by myself
I dont need help
I just left the road with a 20 strip
& bought a 40 back & it aint take much
I just walked in the club
Snook the 40 in
at the club
He got love
On drinks grub
And the whole nine
Only time he went in his pockets
Was in the entry line
But later down the line
Let's peep A's
Hip Hop
Don't know what I'd do without you
Common said he used to love her but I love her still
She got a couple of my peoples a house on the hill
I'm full
Raised around trigger pulls
My guardian got me through
It got me screaming out like
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy
I'm #blessed
Ain't no hashtag stress
He
It got me screaming out like
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy
I'm #blessed
Ain't no hashtag stress
He got me screaming out like
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy
I'm #blessed
some people - its not even cluster
Lets find a pastor who forgive this bastard
Its my crowd
Hey- Its my crowd
Gonna go full mount
Even with no count
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