Lyrics:
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three,
The little one
Cocktails poolside
Shades on tour guide
Shirt undone fuck a bow tie
Walk by
They're like oh my
Slim waist my vibe
Got a nigga outside
Waiter can I
give him
Give him, give him!
Every time it's the best, people wondering what be next
You be blazing me with your blessings
Got it all by grace not by
real don't know the feel
9 times outta 10 I'ma be up by this time next year
Gettin' high with my bitch at the crib watching Netflix, yeah
Been lied to so
the pain
Dreams of Finnovation the biggest in the game
It was so tragic I still struggle getting by
Rest in peace to my man I know your up there flying high
22 I put that on my
Damn
Look at my time, I ain't gon' lie now I gotta leave
And I be outside in driveway, five in the night time, vibe by my lonely
can't buy time, for you to catch Casper its high time.
You tried crimes against me cause you couldn't follow the guidelines.
They say respect your
Guess who's back in ya area?
Oh no dawg, these bars are getting scarier
I take back the times I said
That I would marry ya
Why? 'Cause you scary bruh
she's intoxicated
High society stuck up broad, violated then graduated
If we was the seven, can we get eight? (uh-huh, sure)
Just by you forgetting
effervescence top of my class
The ghost writer of my own album
Whoever said no man is an island
Never met me
At minimum my personality count for 3
Skadot
just need your touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
But please don't waste my time
Girl I want you right by my side
Lemme walk you down
I aint comin
Id rather be high with my girl when she's cummin
Ah yeah issa Crazy P hit
Now roll yourself a jay and take a hit or two
And smoke by
trying by yourself
You dey form posh, you dey form boss all the time
Dey there feeling yourself
And, you going through a lot of things, covering a lot
Oh the times are changing
Nothing ever stays the same
Ooh the times are changing
Bear and the eagle are to blame
You can't tame a bear
And you can't
little campground by the little sandy river and every time
I pass on by it I reminisce about my teens
I’d spend my summers by a fire catching catfish
He answers the phone,
So I know you're not alone.
I'll find only bad signs
If you've let him answer this time.
When I return,
To find letters
or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley your scheming don't affect me
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm
ain't new to that
I must-a treated you wrong
And now you're treating me wrong right back
Two many times, three many times, four many times
I'm about
One, two, three
Love me ain't you ever gonna love me
There ain't no chains (chains) strong enough to hold me
There ain't no breeze (breeze)
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me, is this Hell we're livin' in?
If so, Heaven's gotta be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever,
lullaby
I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where
to see
Don't get above your raisin'
Stay down to earth with me
Now you don't have to raise your head so high
Every time you pass me by
'Cause it don't
like
No twitter fingers let the skeng's them fight
No verbal abuse I ain't a internet guys
1 time or 2 fucked the flake in the pot
3 time or 4
Take a walk
I gotta change the rear
I said fuck off
Ayo
Ayo
Fuck these niggas, yo
Ayo
Three shots left his stomach out
Dome-ass nigga,
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