Lyrics:
sinning but I speak the truth with little faith to guide it
Like how we'll slide down yo street if that's the play rewind it
God told me son don't you thing
deals that's involving all us
Sunday mornings by my grandma
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Got my usual for me it's the smokehouse club
Conversate with jigga how people
was pushin' dimes
Searchin for a jail cell
Exposure sealed in overtime
Left me cold lonely by the age I was two
Being punished for the things that would
they eyes
Riding right around with two 45's
He said he trappin' (ooo don't lie)
Masked down nigga I'm gone slide
45 every time that I ride
Pull up
should have just said, she's singing
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my arm
I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my
Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need
everything we do is real
Bitches wearing high heels, yeah we go for the kill
You should just quit cause, I know that you ain't for real
You're so fucking
I don't understand, you said you'd never leave
Told me that you'd be there, but you lied again to me
You're always on my mind, and when it's late
the tag-team
What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe
Yo! you kno the routine, the demon effect
Please, dont step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
don't ride no where
I'm so fly when I go leer
Why would I lie no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear
Keep that chopper on deck
If a nigga run up
always eat
Family over everything yea that's it
We then stepped in the club, showed out in this bitch
Bitches show me love when they see me in the streets
and she lookin' for a bank roll (ching-a-ling)
She movin' 'round and 'round, like a merry-go-round (ching-a-ling)
She be like, "I be, I be, I be, on that
Tick
Ten toes down
Did time but now I'm free
In actuality inspired by
The fear of being average
The master catalyst
I catch em all like ash
Like check
and they Feelings, you want a million, I don't know
I think I want a billion, we went up in the club And fucked her for a Birkin bag
Rich water, I got
bitch
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by she's crazy
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
How she
I’m tryin’ to get with ya
Don’t give a damn if you hate you can’t stop my shine
We celebrate ALL LIFE in that All State Of Mind
Haters we just shake ‘em
watching Perfect Lover in my room
Smoking weed until we fly over the moon
And I don't mean to be rude
But what I see in my view
It failed to go how its
nigga coming it’s correct got no time to play/
Any outfit I pounce in u kno I’m a slay/
Never go small think big thats the mama way/
Let me get my own
cnalogue control, you'll never take my soul
They watch you in your homes
But how you'll never know
That's why they gotta go
I just hit the road
Limo
to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses
the streets ain't no love for a g
But i'm still ten down on this concrete
Taking all bless energy that come after me
Negative energy gone make it history
You
That thought I quit Then got a
Drop top jagfor these bitches
That's on my dick Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggas
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
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