Lyrics:
Moon
Oh oh, give it to me please, whoa
Well I stepped inside, and I stood by the door
A dark-eyed girl sang and played the guitar
Hookers
gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don't give a fuck
cant heal by nurses
Tell them me a star now me glad say the world see
I’ve seen many rise and fall
Praise to the most high praises him me give it all
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
to grow up at the age of 12
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right, back, so how you like, that
Continue doing
and vibe and
Love all night
You're down I'm down
Shout out to my Nigga E
Das my homie that have known me before
I went and started writing rhymes
Now we
The people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me)
He wanted that wet-ass pussy, she ain't give him none
She hurt Tory ego
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl,
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
like play mad so we play fight
But all that ask is you play nice
I know the stage lights
Give you stage fright
And neither one of us
Wanna say good night
multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
mean so much more
You give me things I never
Ever had before
And while I love you baby
I won't be your floor
I'm always supporting
But I'd rather be your
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
nights
I can't describe the way I'm
Feeling inside
Something ain't right
You gotta move with your eyes open
Stay focused
Know that you chosen
By the one
CAUSE I FUCK WITH ME
AND I THINK MY GREY HAIR IS SOPHISTICATED
YOU CAN LAUGH NOW BUT NIGGA WE ARE RELATED
YO SHIT IS ON ITS WAY, AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
a spot in the "seizième"
We about to paris by night, make it rain
'Cause we don't give a damn
Also 'cause we can, shades runnin' ones
Still savage wit it,
believe in a high!
Being logical gave me a reason to doubt
Scheme for things I was dreaming
In a magazine article reading about
Face card, I ain't got
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million now or I'mma quit"
on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million now or I'mma quit"
fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em "Give me fifty million or I'm a quit"
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist
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