Lyrics:
but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
A slave to her
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim
Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for
forward now she ain't my kind (my kind)
Old hoes can't stand me, (yeah)
Hate me but they love my rhymes
I'm the same ole damn me, (bitch)
I just got my
As a little child I was taught the ways of Christ
I thought by going to church it would suffice
My mom, well, she was sure that I should be
The kind
falling in love
Oh, let's go to church
Called you last night man, how come you didn't pick up the phone
I said I called you last night man, why didn't you
pleasing me
I never met a woman that will ride or die
I need her right here now by my side
One of kind and she all mine
She bad as hell and she a whole dime
as I'm looking at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
won't be
so
Don't be fooled by his guitar and
Who really wants to fall in love in bar?
I've learned a thing or two
Walking in those boots
It's always the same
on
D'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
When I wasn't makin' too
on
D'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
When I wasn't makin' too
you wasn't wrong
Wait, fuck that, imma make my money long
I catch some feelings like butterfly
You say you love another guy
Try rap my head round
somewhat by
The Sagittarian influence
There is also a tendency for this Taurian to
Move more quickly
And to speak more rapidly than
His other sign brothers
to money love the dead faces
Feel like im workin at a cemetery
All these Caucasian in my pockets kind of scary
by my side
If it wasn't for palm I would've
Never learnt 'bout that lie
If it weren't for nana I
Would've never been this kind
If it weren't for
'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swellin'
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his
lil niggas my sons
I'm gettin to that money fuckin different hoes for fun
I'm gettin to that money fuckin different hoes for fun
I'm gettin to that
didn't
But like my shame, that kind of love is always hidden
They locked me up here for the ideas in my head
They never got me for the thing I really did
thought he might lose his mind.
They got married on V.E. Day
By the preacher from my mama's church
Mama'd always dreamed of a honeymoon
But daddy had
remember say
To make this money is just by his grace
They say pretty Boy Fire
Give dem higher
Keep pushing man
make you no go tire
Cause you gat talent
know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin' vexed when you're wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me
tell em' to spare that boy life
Let him go kiss his wife but he still getting knocked off
My goonies on call and my back to the wall at the party in case
yo!
I set my goal higher, yeah I'm trying to achieve it.
I got money, wanna buy my mama a crib.
Life is a bitch when you broke, everybody retreats.
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