Lyrics:
the bro-no-no-no-no
In the lunchroom, that's bad bad bad
Got her ass beat by an Nyla made the bed rock
Not talking Fortnite, but we about to make a headshot
Ceianna
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
that noise
Surrounded by my boys
And I still hear that voice
You know the one that feeds on anxiety
That shit's juts a lie to me, I'll be damned if I
way from knocking Niggas out for spare change
Aye, you can get the top spot and still Lose it
Cause practice don't make perfect
Just improvements
Aye,
You wrapped around my belt
You wrapped around my belt
I pull up in the caddy
You a baddie
By yourself yea
She gon call me daddy
And I don't want no one
seen nobody like you
Always by my side always down to ride plus she don't talk less I tell her shoot
Let me take em back to March 28th when we was
chest
Yes the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me,
Drama from my Momma, disowned by my Daddy
What should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos,
her crown
Her daddy don't know that his little girl gets around
Yeah
That his girl gets around
Last night
That shit was batshit
Surrounded by all these
fronts did everything myself
Once I make it to the top and stuff the bank myself
Ima hit the jewelry store and buy some chains myself
Yeah I’ll do it by
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood
"Cause when I flow
body's so wet and its lookin so good, climb up on daddy in the mornin' and ride his mornin' wood!
I don't think you know what you do to me, ya bring me
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
voices other
In my brain and I feel drained
And I Feel Really Better
That I am doing what makes me go
But I am still the same fat boy inside
Am sorry if
[chorus]
[Daddy X]
?Another day blowin endo standin? by the window, ya
Just tryin to find out which way the wind blows
Its hard to breathe when your blowing
me a clap. A yes is fine (laughing) ok? (voice from audience â??I love that songâ??) Thank you. Praise God. I tell you, I know everybody's in the same
a layup on the fly
Hams it up when the girls go by
You say
Afternoon basketball
Jerome’s daddy ain’t nowhere to be found
And Willie Byrd’s just flew
Demo’s
strength make me black
Yo I want the tone of the voice when I speak
That makes it known most unmistakably
That my chords have been kissed by the Gods
I want
them back to hell and I make sure I track it
Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go
Hey don’t look at me you said you want to have it
Bleeding on my carpet you
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his
the world ends
Make you dance do a spin and a twirl and
Voice going crazy on this
Hook like a whirlwind
She's been laying in the snow
There's a party
-our voice, and don't let the evil regime kill innocent people
That we cannot even escape them in our sleep
I hate this layout, it's not efficient, it's
your siren
Just the sound of my voice makes you steer off-course
I ain't buying
That I'm the one who had to turn your head by force
You had to have your
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come
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