Lyrics:
been stickin by poles
Got me Henny cup sippin
Gucci down drippin
Big knot Flippin
gettin money every minute
I ain't ridin for uh thottie I'm just
what I had to do to get these diamonds
He love me
He give me all his money
That Gucci, Prada comfy
My sugar daddy
He love me
He give me all his
I'm a good dude, my niggas love me like I'm cooked food
Cause they know if I'm eating they get utensils
You share this type of love when you been
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
afraid of the way we feel.
Let's be kind to each other
Not forever, but for real.
My father never put his parachute on
In the Pacific back in World
Yeah it's Expensive
Hi everybody
Yeah I see I feel it from far
Yeah
Nakupenda wewe don't leave me in journey
Kila unachofanya Upendo wetu not my
sight?
When, will the world spare the love and be kind?
We can be the ones to stay and show that the world is a better place
When you've got the love
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
she was a church girl
Well she just gave her hotel information to my merch girl
Comfort Inn, room 703
Old school, no card just a regular key
Most
were I learned about Jesus from my only black friend
Sometimes we'd sit and stare up at the sky
I could see the hope of Heaven in his eyes
In
I learned about Jesus
From my only black friend
And sometimes we'd sit and stare
Up at the sky
I could see the hope of heaven in his eyes
In the land
(Check it out, my body) listen, here
Every man wants to be a macho, macho man
To have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go,
the
Goat screw the rest my
Zoo depressed waiting up state
Calling his boo collect
It went from who the nicest with the
Fists to who could shoot the best
But
the type of man/who buys into the bile without trial or a hindward glance/... and in his mind he knows he's higher than/ the kinds that he despises cuz he
Oh la la
Oh he taste like lemonade
Summertime, ooh you fine
Make me feel some kind of way
Baby you my favorite
Little party favor
Mix it up with me
Let me relieve my mind,
These rappers is not my kind,
Developed a different hustle,
cnd mastered the struggle grind,
Eradicate every line,
My greens
a line
You know a different type of kind
This a matter of time 'fore they see that
Takin' shots at my peep at grocery stores
Make me wanna flash out
walked out for some pocket change
Let's rearrange, I'm going back to the past
A year before my last homie past
He wanted to escape his fate by selling that
in your lives, I want to express my heartfelt joy and love for both of you.
Your decision to embark on this journey of marriage is a beautiful
on your feet, pretty mama
After when you had no food to eat
Now you're the kind of woman that just don't understand
You're taking all my money and give
the time has been
Three am once again with the pad
And pen writing down where the time has been
Late nights when I'm up in my mind
I talk to God but his
Really I’m not the kind to say
That this was any more than
A cloudy headed boy just
Tryna shoot his shot
(Shoot his shot, shoot his shot, shoot
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