Lyrics:
tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under my pressure)
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Part time
I Love myself for you
Part time
Full Time
I'm loving you part time
Kissing you
I love my self part time
Full time
My mind races for you
a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
see their hearts are murders
Led by greed of pastors sermons full of lust like it's Christmas
They refuse to leave their burdens
Right before
All work and no play
That’s mental poverty
While I enjoy the fruits of my labor
You niggas watching me
Mad cuz I can full circle like picks in
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
a colouring book
Gal a tek picture a mi body
Mi can't tell di gal sa no
Mi hand dem fava work weh done by Michelangelo
Mi neck full up a stars
A deh so
picture a mi body
Mi can't tell di gyal seh no
Mi hand dem fava works
Weh done by Michelangelo
Mi neck full up a stars
A deh so di rockets wah fi go
Tear
grass-sick
They'll founder, fain, they'll die
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is,
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
the web we weave
Wasn't founded on greed
Hey yeah
Young and full of hope
Built by the great unclean
See the web we weave
Wasn't founded on greed
Hey yeah
(true)
So easy a stray bullet retract man spine
Them consume Roman coke the flesh of swan
And a seh dem a di best at crime
All when we count nuh full
to judge, well I'll give you something to look at
Don't like being here anymore, I need a new habitat
Going by 1ark (1ark)
I'm feeling dark (dark)
Out here
and release it anyway
Don't care if the kicks are all over the place
Put it together isunde kwa Friday Service
Boeyylee coming in shortly ey
We making concrete
it
P***y tight, p***y clean an full up a glamity
Ride pan di c**key till cum
Squeeze off two inna mi belly bring yuh son
Steady pan di b***y yea
(x2)
She do full service (repeat)
Cock and ball torture on a Tuesday its somethin’ light for her
If you just a pay, pig, cuck don’t try to enlighten
I'm that nigga with his dawg, no service
Huh, I ain't blind at all but keep a stick on my person
Uh, this money got my ex-hoes tight like they virgins
a baby
Got me thinking I should even sack it in lately
Who could be bothered with the problems they've got?
They bought my product and my service offered
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
voices said
"Come follow me into the gates of Hell"
I heard 'em yell "Welcome to
The Norman Bates Motel!"
I ring the bell for service and
I was greeted by
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
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