Lyrics:
to get by, oh I know
Nineteen, hmm, pretty young thing
From the Midwest (oh yes)
Got a long week ahead of her
When I call she gets dressed (she
a saint)
Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go
(Just way too holy like a saint)
She get down on
her knees and give a young nigga Tonsil
I heard she
the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there
gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell
and out, woo, go)
Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming (woo, what?)
And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me (skrrt)
And the whole word
from the fascia
Some recite the songs
The religious say the fire hot
And I don't want to go to hell
But it's hell on Earth
If I can't pay God with this
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
give a fuck 'bout a blowout
If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out
Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout
Court-side with the vibe
Back to the hood where they don't
Understand unless you speakin' "trapanese"
If I fall down bet I only trampoline
Bounce back thinking ima fall off
[Young Chris]
Yeah, see and Neef baby
We grown men (rock wit me)
I don't know what they told you (rock wit me)
But I'm a grown man ma (we grown men
hugged her up
What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear
it's basically left
Up to you how long it takes to
Get through the shit you don't
Have anything at level one
You don't have shit you can't go
about some shit he can't talk 'bout
Pull 'em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don't do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree
that ass up as I get deeper rip that mask off that grim reaper
If you love her then you should keep her if you don't then you should leave her
I'm
She gon' do it on the whole crew if tell her
So you ain't even gotta ask (on me)
A few space coupes sittin' in the stash
Some lil tall shit, young
Where I'm from if you're famous
You don't go to tinsel town
Pose for a picture smile
The fashionista's out
They say her best days
It cool to take
go?
Nobody knows, nobody, nobody knows
No, you can't tame the girl
'Cause she runs her own world
So if she wanna party all night (all night)
No,
I be turnt up looking for a freak of the week
All she wanna do is get drunk and go eat
Beat it out the frame then i leave on her seen
If it's real
her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (2 Chainz!)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation (True!)
If
(You could get like first class)
(You know what I'm saying but you gotta show me that shit)
(Can't just be talking bout it, if you gone talk show me
beheaded young pigeons?
I don't wanna go, I said I don't wanna go, please Zedd ace listen...
You think I did bad but I know I didn't
Remember all those name
Hit her first night
And I cross her right off the list dawg
Get back
If you try me we gone get, get back
I can't never nickel and dime it
I need
pavement tiles
Can't lie babe, I still love you
Baby please don't leave, don't go
How you look at her, I swear to God it's beautiful
But she don't know
Snap, clap, whap, beat up
Young villain stepping in...
Macking on a bad one, a grad from Mullen
Asked me if I had a mattress to let her roll in
Masked
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