Lyrics:
competitors
Feel like Bill after 7th we settled in
I know imma be here a minute
Like 5th round of goodbyes
With family at Christmas
Propelled by the loss of my
you
I can be by myself and ask all these other niggas and don't have to do half the shit
I just gotta fucking text the nigga, I don't even have to see
gon love me
If not oh well run me more hundreds
At this point who is you soning
Need me a snow bunny
That I can go rub on her tummy
Ask her to rub on my
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I'm
disgrace
Put my bro in the pen so I got him erased
Fuckin with me man that shit a mistake
This shit is a zoo I'm surrounded by snakes
They ask for my hitta I
on this shit
Drop that best got dammit
I bottomed out, on my dick and I didn't ask you for shit
Ain't cop no plea I ain't no jury they gone carry me by six
hand
Popping chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your
are you cumming? Are you c-cumming?
And I'ma ask you is it runnin', baby?
You ain't never had the shit 'til you got dug by a thug
And fucked doggy
are you cumming? Are you c-cumming?
And I'ma ask you is it runnin', baby?
You ain't never had the shit 'til you got dug by a thug
And fucked doggy
your shit thawed
I'll set your roof on fire till it's no ceiling
No fireman go go Let's go Brooklyn
You are now tuned in to the show killers
Sponsored by
president
Congratulations
By the way I need u to send a trill message to sum
And a subliminal one to other
About this throwin' rocks
And being behind
gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day?
and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don't have to ask, I don't have to beg
Yeah, I'm bumping Three Six Mafia in
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
rob me a nigga
Rob me a, rob me a nigga
Rob me a, rob me a nigga
'Cause the bills too high, this nigga right here too fly
And right now I just might
dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
I'll never go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Milky Way
You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as jazz
Got razzmatazz ask my man Shabazz
I know
your promise of treating me right
Whoa, oh, oh, it's gotta be that way
Now I don't mean to save my bill
I must have money to be extreme
Just give me
don't ask me nothing bout it
Don't want this love to end don't want this love to end
Don't you go I'm not sure if I can find this love again
Don't wait
I just quit my job, and now the shackles are off
But now I'm at a loss
Because the structure is gone
And I don't wanna do nothing
But the bills, they
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
I'll write at you
You don't want any part of this pen
Flower pot men, Bill and Ben
Ben and bill, want a beat
1000 bills, she wanna beat
I give her
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