Lyrics:
pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted, so now they wanna red flag me
I'm by the bar every time, point blank, Period
The door man hatin', takin' his job too
soul
Though we live in a world of sin
That's the element that draws us in
Drink up. You're an outlaw
And we two the Jolly Roger flag
We rather live
you
But shoes on your feet
Rule two
Read Matthew ten
It's the great commission
Try not to sin
Rule three
Take twenty bucks
And have fun
Don't come back
getting cooked by a rapper like I was eating at Gen
Making money off sins
God forgave me as a youngin
I’ve been making it since
Another day another dollar
a lil' kid, surrounded by sin
Fish scale, this ain't no lil' boat
Good through the drought, don't go through no slump (Nah)
Get two-threes, knock the price
conversations I don't rlly like
But I'm adding
Two and two together I'm not liking that letter
That you left for me I'd rather
Work my life for minutes added
WHERE THE WORK AT
?
I NEED TWO STOVES
HOW MY CHAIN GLOW
ALL THESE NEW STONES
WOAH WOAH WOAH
I CAME TO KILL
LET ME GO
I CAME TO KILL
LET ME GO
RUN IT UP
weight around
But as long as your lovin' beats your hoggin'
Little Girl I'll never put you down
[2nd Verse]
You argue when I leave for work
You argue
Oh, well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was an awful sin
I had to build
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
with two tongues but no green card
my skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting a-part
Of the two worlds I reside in the high
blue, black, sweet
Ripened blue, black, sweet
Hearts in two-step beat
Break, dance, work, whip, pray
Break, neck, jump, back, kiss
Break, ashes,
Half six PM
I was on a bus, on my way to work
I ain't even had sleep
DM
I don't want no talk, I don't want no spud
I remember last week
Got a lot
in my pocket today. Who is you...with the handouts...no money I will pay. People flying out the wooden works by the dozen. Eh! Do you remember
the Pope is callin' a crusade
Then I'm leavin' my work station and hoppin' the next plane
I'm really not impressed by all these songs when I hear them
There
keep the work I filled up to my chest
And my sleeve has been aced with the best solace I can get
They're convected by heat but they can't catch up with
you go is if I'm letting him win
I'm still not an angle
Repenting my sins
But I think we'd work out I ain't talking bout gym
De ja vu i'm in to you
I
(Chorus)
Scared go to church
Straight out da purge
Putting in work
She my dessert
Certified nurse
Just Bought ha a purse
Her ass on berserk
She
え, Tonyさん
Stayin' on low, stayin' on go
Stayin' live right, livin' right by tha Code
Simon gon' say, what he gon' say
When you like me you can live
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
weight around
But as long as your lovin' beats your hoggin'
Little Girl I'll never put you down
[2nd Verse]
You argue when I leave for work
You argue
in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (weirdos)
We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
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