Lyrics:
the party, nigga, gettin' jiggy
I throw 10, my niggas throwin' 50
I know I'ma be runnin' the city
And he a pussy, nigga, never hit me
Damn, let's get it, put
jokes
But they think that I'm crazy
I know that I'm perfect the way god had made me
And I thank my parents for the life they gave me
Have you told
I gave her a backstage pass.
A real star fucker, she put me to the test,
Then I noticed Doug Ray tattooed on her breast.
I thought I was blessed
bloody pool
Out of your Sunday school
If I'm going to Hell
Then fuck it: God damn me in the meantime
You got drama? I'ma bring it to your family
Y'all
I got god sense and that's why I got dollars
I was told the rules
I'm old school like My pop father
I was showed the moves
Schooled by the older dudes
God, I’ve been waiting on my blessings
Too often now I’m stressing
My apartment now is threatening
To put me out if I ain’t caught up by the 7th
My mama
card born again child of God
With a style a little odd for an normal man to marry
But she fits in just fine with the revolutionaries
Out of the cage
dons
Money's what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out
They was getting comfortable
Yeah
Haha
God gave me style
Uh
Hustle runner
Haha
It’s Norm
G had them drugs that make ya ends low
All he needed was a brother to cop it like Carl
in a cab and I put them in a song, uh huh
I don't know if she got style cause I only seen her in a thong
It's a life I lead, no, my life don't lead me
Loafers in the living room
Playing old vinyls drinking tee yeah I'm in the mood
Man of my word now show me what you finna do
By myself eating healthy
You're a treasure beyond measure, huh
Nice to meet you, it's my pleasure
These feelings are foreign, you gave me those
Stole my attention, on my toes
and we gon' conversate
See cause you gave me time of day and I ain't got no time to waste
I ain't trying to fuck I'm trying to relate look
I got some
white gold ropes
Sleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes
Supreme to be exact you know I'm cooler than most
When God gave out coolness, I took a whole
probably me
I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you
it's underlying
The bigger picture been in description for squinted eyes
Don't be surprised It's God given
And by design i'm scrapping skies whenever I
to Tonedeff
You're gone in sixty seconds like (?)
I leave you riddled with basics
There's no need for complexity
To be beside myself I need God next to me
Oh God
Andre Nickatina & Equipto
(Queezy)
It's two for the money
I'm through with the funny actin hoes
They sharin each other clothes
The game run
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