Lyrics:
out like a psycho
What's he gonna do? Where's
He gonna go now?
Last I heard he was living in a motel
Broke up with his old girl then he broke down
Took
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
going
Up and down? Nah
Everybody sow the seed, but you
Don’t know I do it all day, he does it daily
They try to send me home but they
Ain’t ‘cause I’m
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
was
Black men have been slaves
Obama wasn't allowed
To do this: "Aaagh!" and still win
He had to be perfect! Being
Perfect don't always change shit
Bruh
ain't like the rest of them
This one is different
He so sweet, he so real, like
I really think this is gonna be the one
I like this guy
Misses Right
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
drove by, U turn, drove by
I seen you creeping
I was with my three friends, looking like a beacon
I told Jonah you gon' pull up
He ain't believe me
U
to get cruddy
Me walkin' off leavin' you with all this bloody
What he gonna do when it's all over for real
And the last thing you seein' is that steel
With his friends all night
Will he ever love her
I don't think he the type
Love ain't wrong
But to him It ain't right
He lost in the dark
And he ain't
I told the gang don't stop, gang don't stop, man, y'all can't stop, man, y'all gotta keep
On going
And I told the gang right back, I ain't gonna stop
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
up game
Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing
'Cuz you know with every
up
Cause he might make ISIS sacrifices
Strap on a bomb and blow the stage up
Hold up
I ain't gonna do a lot of racist bars
Cause my fans be like, "Man
be my own best friend
Right ladies? Yes
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking
right here for you
Only for you, depending on what you gonna do
It's all for you
It's all for you
Who am I
So high (so high)
I said they wonder
Hope I drive right
Cause then flashing lights
& I ain't got my license
I am so high
How do I land ?
I am that guy
You bow & I stand
Proud
is holding em down like we don't have an angel to carry em
But now he do. I see myself running to malibu
Skating till I don't have rights of shoes,
flabbergasted
That's when my gas and my check engine light
Clicked on at the same exact
Time I signal right
And that ain't right, I got shit to do today
Cause any
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