Lyrics:
drinking from the bottle
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And,
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And,
Every whisper, it's
a nigga can't stall
Flow too sick, got Covid-19
Bitches want a ring, Chris Paul (Aye)
Heart on froze
I don't do the feeling baby touch your toes
A nigga
show on Netflix ever
Lebron James said he thought it could've ended better (word)
Niggas really out here gettin' knocked out by Jake Paul
Deontay
pour it all out to the tree
Simple it as it is Word of God all you need
I need to have a talk time to get on my knees
Like Paul imma need the full ride
heart out
I'm my taking
Notes from the underground
Eat your heart out
I'm shaking
I'm back, gimme slack
Put that record on the stack
Once more with
Let's get this straight if we could
We ain't out here faking no juggs
Your church got a cover charge
Before 10 it's a dub? I could've stayed in the club
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
the ladies to eat me out too, shit don't get it twisted
I don't have no complex
Hmmm that's right, tell these freak show hoes better act right
Hmmm that's
laughs
With the sweet hearts and the candy bars
I was living large now I'm one other
Diagnosed now my life's undercovers
Surrounded by the team yeah that's
'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Food was always optional
worth the risk
'Cause I can't pretend (yeah)
I can't stand the thought of losing you
I know how it feel to see your dawgs stretched out (on God)
conscious
I might take me a hostage
I fell asleep in Worcester, I just woke up in Compton
Shout out to LA, where your songs play niggas gon' put on my shit
the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
You know I'll know your fucking ass out
I've met Mr. Floop from Spy Kids
So you know I got that clout
I'm boutta catch a body
But yo snitch ass ain't
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
runtz
Surrounded by millionaires baby I'm about to become one
Death bfr dishonor ik your pussy ass didn't feel that one
Hoe ass bitch go ask your girl how
Aye yo
It's ya boy Maxamill
Here to introduce to the world
John Paul of the Eucharist
The pope and prophet of Catholic Rap
Praise through
it and heard what they telling
Come out to be true man I had hella faith
Same foot different shoe I'm surrounded by snakes
Wouldn't do it to you I
the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
'Cause this Henny still got me wide like Henry Hill
Very ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long
Out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl's
Out the mud
Current money
Count it up
Bags
(Yea Yea )
New Orleans east
That’s wtf I said
(Hot Hot)
They like who that
I just got a new check
Am
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