Lyrics:
Not right now, not right now, not right now, not right now.
Dirty, why you baggin', baggin', bitch, y'all, bros, I'll pass it back.
Got Bag
on the water
Pull up to the club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck 'em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I'ma
Take my time, I'm forgetting you
In my mind, I'm fine I'll take it slow
Take my time, let's fuckin let it go
Play my song, it's on the radio
Take my
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
late, it
Finally paid off
Never takin' a day off
Got me in shape, ready to play ball
My buddy Buddy got me feelin' like the free Guy
You wanna roll?
"Say
scrappy oo
Love it when the pain is rude, kinda masochistic woo
By now you know I got drive, I’m just trying to survive
I ain’t tryna be the greatest, I’m
I'm hearin' screams and they sayin' we sold out
But I'm hearin' screams from the stands 'cause we sold out, it's so loud
I got one life so I spend
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
You cut the sleeves off that old Daytona tee
Tattoo showin' on your shoulder of a butterfly
We got the radio turned on, turned up
Lovin' that
a lonesome
If I ain't got him, I'ma take some I'm in the hood with some real some
I ain't gon' lie, I tricked on a bitch I don't want none, but I fucked
Pretty thick bitch
She don't like to play no games
She be chillin
If I need her
She gon bang
All this money
Like I got my own damn bank
Smoke it by
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
livin'
That old jukebox playin' in the background
Takes me somewhere
Back to some ole late night country highway radio
And I got all my friends hangin'
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
shit is just over
This shit is just over
Wearin' all black with my hat to the back Got the chain to fuckin' match
I'm feelin' overboard, you way too
a rapper i say
Wait till he on radio played
I'm all about fillin the bank
Know shorty is feelin the way
I'm rockin like halen unchained
But i am lost up in
Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we got to dust these boys off
In this corner with the '98
Subject of suckers, object of hate
Who's
Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When
more relevant
Secret codex to defining my elements
Hot summer light's feelin like a sauna
Drinkin til late at night, I'll be gone by tomorra but
You in
I’m about to burst
Sometimes in this shit; that’s the way it goes
But this ain’t that bullshit on the radio
Way to go
Way to go
Got a long way to go
Way
and pull 'em through my britches
Yeah, what the deal?
I'm feelin' hard as hell right now, homie
I almost feel invincible and shit
Ayy, Dre
You got me
I've had a lot up on my plate, all the hate that is spread in
From all the trouble it gets me, never feelin' accepted
To all the vulgar in my lyrics, if
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