Lyrics:
nothing about love
I been spit on to my face by damn near all I gave my trust to
You switch on me, that’s cool but don’t get mad because it’s fuck you
I
just started rapping
Capalot to running blocks
Don't mess with none of these Niggas They be ops
I write my lines I stay with chalk
So call me Simpson
to the throne, the new Screw music king
Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
Two time convicted felon, use
gone bitch i call dhat instant kill
I took a break from rappin
Nie let me get byke to da snappin
Da way he got killed it was tragic
They wrap his body up
Larry: Cebu! Sing it with me! Cebu!
Jimmy, Johnny & Junior: Cebu!
Larry: Boy is riding with cebu
Jimmy, Johnny & Junior: Boy is riding with cebu
Larry:
friends to call me I need all your referrals
And all your repeat business brother soon as somethings getting a low
I'll just pull you down a fresh box
more like a 100 yard dash
I done been through the worst of the worst times
Trust me but I still seen it all pass, all pass
Don't you know that one day
the bestest band what am, oh honey lamb
Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man who's the leader of the band
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
wrong
Not for too long
And by the end of this song
You fuckin' with me like your best friend
You riding shotty and we vibin
Some would call this perfect
at the opps, whenever I say so (Pour me a four, whenever I say so)
Told her, "Don't Move", like my name Boonie Moe (Boonie Moe)
Pussy real bald, call that bitch
to know, Yeah
Bitch boy acting like a Bitch, mhh
Looser boy tryna Get rich, Mhh mhh
Shawty just saw me out Again
But for her I'm only a Friend
Call me
HitEmUpTy had told me that shit was trash
And Yung Tae wouldn't stop that dissing now I'm on your ass
Boy you a fat bitch
And you don't trap shit
And you
Upon further investigation
You’re actually not hot
It’s not my fault you’re not hot
(Call me Spice)
Listen up sis no you’re not hot
The attitude,
he's been praying for me
Every day and for some reason it's been weighing on my mind heavy
'Cause I don't read every letter I get
But something told
don't act like that
I know you got my message, boy, call me back (call me back)
Hey now, don't act wrong (come on)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it
figures
Got a red bone with dimples and her booty bigger
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, nigga call me Big Tigger
Got some skinny jeans on with a nice chain
Got
the Bible
My n****s behind me, they look like disciples
Don't ride my wave, boy get off of my tidal
I'm so exclusive, they put me on Tidal
I can't go broke,
more
Takin' what's yours and call it mine
I called my moms' today,
She asked me did I pray?
I told her, I got to, cause the streets I'm roamin' on is
a nigga try to sneak in my
Crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played
A voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a niggas try to come and
Rob me caught 5
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
don't really, know why I'm here
I guess I'm, just here for the ride
I swear it, feels like I'm dreamin'
This vividly, defined, yeah
So call me
don't really, know why I'm here
I guess I'm, just here for the ride
I swear it, feels like I'm dreamin'
This vividly, defined, yeah
So call me
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