Lyrics:
your momma
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
If you have a shorty that you don't show love
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
Wanna get me with no money
Oh
your momma
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
If you have a shorty that you don't show love
Oh yes son, I'm talking to you
Wanna get me with no money
Oh
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
can't we be friends
Just dance with it, show me how they do it in Paris with it,
The top finest woman can't dance to me
So don't ever think that you was
star dinners
Writing raps up in the linen
"Time kills," no kidding
Tryna save more than I'm spendin'
Fuck
Momma, I just wanna get some gold teeth
Maybe
switch on 3 we gon see
I love my money love my momma they love
We catching rats we setting traps we talking cheese
By 3 am im riding by 4 am im silding
hoodie and I mix it wit the Ricks
I step foot up in the room and I'm the flyest in that bitch
I jus scored a touchdown, I jus upped the score by 6
You so
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
(East)
Beloved New York streets where we run around (what up?!)
I'm in love with dirty cash and I'm used to livin' fast
But I could kick it to the moon
Imma show you no love cause you weak go to hell
Imma keep it untucked, roll the weed by myself
Smoke the weed by myself
Made it out the mud alone I don't
to me We spin on his block like a DVD
Blowin this cash ain't none to me Bring her to saks, say she in love with me
Bring her to saks, say she in love with
thing I'm missing don't fit in a box
I'll send a letter straight to your phone, hope I get a response
Cause I don't wait all year for nothing
think, I think, I think I'm losin' control
The way you love me down
Got me goin' around
I think, I think, I think I'm losin' control
The way you love
You getting too hung up on the riffraff ya
I’m finna fix you with the pimp slap ya
Let me begin
By saying that I bathe in sin (Lord forgive me)
My
in love with money on a daily basis
Stackin' up tall pockets, used to be short Now I'm runnin' up digits like it was a sport
Keep my guard up like
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
it’s enough
So don’t think it’s a bluff
When I’m spitting this flow
Cuz it’s direct from the heart
I ain’t speaking in code
I just wanna be the one
been shot and killed by love
Sits at the bar thinks about all those angels in heaven
And offer him to the overpass above
I hold your dress, your
the Nile
I would die behind yo smile
I would shoot behind yo name
And Imma fight if I can't have you
Cause I love you
I'll protect you by any means
Take care
anesthesia
And in the mean time we can just fake it
We'll leave the existential crisis to someone else
No no no no no
Things take on a repeat
I think I'm going
like "I know that ain't you up in Wal-Mart"
Can't a brother buy his own draws I'm not a star
I'm a grown ass boy I'm not staying the in car
But people
wit a DVD
Geez Louise
Jesus please
She’s boutta release the bees
Don’t care what it do to me
I fucking love that CBT
Knick knack
Paddywhack
Kick me in
the forest
Tyrannosaurus with it, they can't reach me
Chose my scene like I'm on DVD
I do shows then drugs then repeat
‘till my nose got blood like they paid
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