Lyrics:
hope to be my mother or my father, I know
It takes some time to realize I'm gettin' smarter, I don't
Leave you behind, get back at nine, I'm goin
Forever in your love
Forever in your love
Stood right by your side, babe
Held you through the night, I never let you down
When you need someone to believe
You niggas gon' learn buck a buckin'
D-boy squad buck a buckin' Rich Boy
I'm in that phantom, askin' for that gray poupon
Look at my arm bitch,
the saws and the fucking blades
Stop playin wit em hand em all to your mother please
It's pitch black and the silence is frightening
In here you can't hear
of the month, them dues I paid
Hit a home run now I'm back to home base
Had a few bucks only to my name
If nine to five don't work I'm swipin' chase
Gotta toast
meanwhile I always landed
On my feet while my peers were stranded
Yo this is what it feels like (yeah)
Supportive family back at home
But soon as I leave
a letter to your ma, that's word to your mother
Too Stella, I'm a star
When at least in the gutter
Yo, Dagnarm
I'm still the same twisted fucker
To run
without the skateboard
My life on the detour
I just want court ya wife right by the seashore
Stop with all that coon shit, get it out your pores
That's what
red
Pushed a kid he broke like WATCH WHERE YOU GOIN MOTHERFUCKER
Couldn't riff with that brother so I said, yo, your mother
Heard a siren then
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop
home, home is nest
I wanna rest my dome I wanna hold your breast
If the world would give me a chance and I could witre on by
And fly just like a kite in
pharmacy
To see quill drug over the counter
After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb
After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit
to hell, your brand-new home
Hope you like it hot, fuck-up homo
Druggie druggie
Keep smackin yourself on up
Druggie druggie
Keep falling flat on up
Druggie
of the boulevard
Put down your guard and get involved
We can get solved by loving ours
Gotta set the bar until we're very far
From violence and covid cause all
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Fuck the money I'm leavin'
I'm goin' back home after I break
the air, and my mother's really funny when she walks in the room all worried, like....innit.........
i've had flashbacks, i've had all the shit, i thought i
Makin love in that red roof
You choose, if we finna fly through
Heaven or hell
I'm telling her, she saved me by the bell
Ten bucks
She gonna leave me cuz
on your chest nigga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah
I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
ha friend (watchout) Goin gotdamn that depends (gotdam) Ion know where the bish been (I don’t) Thinkin bout the money I spent (hmm) By now coulda been
bitches be bothersome
OJ, what I'm sipping on
I'm getting top with your mother home
Niggas want to get upset cause I'm up next
I'm paying debt that
Lord please on the judgement day
When you come and take
Your people home
And you’re looking for the underdog
Please let it be me
Granted student visa
heard of it.
Bomb in the doors. Bodies in the hurst.
Now your life's goin' because we wanted you to die.
Time to kiss your ass goodbye!
Don't ask
Letterman
Chillin', clearly made it and
It's clearly stated
By that thirty yard pool, the five cars
The women and the jewels
Richness, oozing out your balls
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