Lyrics:
Real trippy niggas
(La musica de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin'
When we post up on the block we aint do it for fun
We was tryna get money however it come
My mamas was working when they needed help
They depend
(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 shit she been
You step in the church
Every morning, six A.M., up from work
Daddy always kept it real
Taught you how a man s'pose to feel
Not
get out of my way
Double cheatin' girl
Love is not a game
You are blinded by
Her pretty eyes
You pay her love
The highest price
She don't needs
A fool
to have enough space-
For all the toys and gifts he brings each year
I love how much it rings in Christmas cheer
I'll give you money from my lost tooth
If
Thought the Easter Bunny got my tooth
Let no lie become my kind of truth
Only you can love me like you do
When I fall you are my parachute
Also
Thought the Easter Bunny got my tooth
Let no lie become my kind of truth
Only you can love me like you do
When I fall you are my parachute
Also
NEED ME
I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU
NO MATTER WHAT MY DADDY SAYS
(CHORUS)
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A THUG
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A GANGSTER
DADDY I'M IN
The kingdom and His righteousness
I'll gonna, run this Christian walk
And I will
Get my just reward
Grandma said 99 1/2 won't do
So going to church on Sunday
with that bada bing boy
(what)
My foreign chicks love coming to America
(what) they go back like I never thought a
Problem with having me coming from
the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggas laid out, til my niggas lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was
I love that dog
The way he smiles when I pat his head
The way he curls up and snores some nights by my bed
I love that dog
I love that dog
You all alone at that point, you get me? Crazy
Supplied by uber eats
Scooter the movement gon' let my troppers eat
Hopped out
V.W motors caused up
For the love of money is the root off all kinds of evil
Some people, eager for money
Have wandered from the faith
And pierced themselves with many
I get the business
Lady’s say I’m hella kind the way I get the digits
She like a coca cola bottle she into fitness
Couple of my shooters yea they
of wall
Nothing could stop His great love Yeah yeah yeah yeah
When you lose all hope
Can't go no more
Just call on His name my Jesus
Say say say say
Now
Anything you want in this whole wide world
Mama gives you money for Sunday school
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smoking cigarettes
to prove: for me, he would risk his life.
(Namazöoh:) And she fell, the bird fell in love, bewitched
(Aleekãnto, Namazöoh & The Flying Chorus:) By the fish!
a nigga want my timepiece
Imma put his soul to the rear
Get it bit by bit I wanna get all angles
Know I got to make hit by hit
Go hit by hit
I wanna get
what I mean when I gotta take a detour to follow my dreams
Cos money's tight around this area, no matter how hard we work by any means
My dad workin' his
lowkey but she running her mouth yeah yeah
Beatn them bricks ina kitchen like Ralph yeah yeah
She can tell by my slang that I’m from the south yeah yeah
meaning of life,
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife.
Chorus
A little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not
fucking with one my nitey nitemares
Set him up
Take his shit and tell him fuck you
I'm the one that they look up to
Don't take pills but I'm off a couple
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