Lyrics:
real tight
Sexy Cutie the type that suit me
Got me stunned by her natural beauty
Gettin by so she can't refuse me
lyrical excuse so she start
still bae for you
If I get in trouble would you defend for me
Were you gonna say I do I do for you
Were you gonna hold my hand by two by two
Were you
(Fuck the other shit we got Milo on the beat)
Uh
Aye, do you really love me?
If you ever need me call and i'm coming in a hurry
A lotta shit up on my
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
to battle me
But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield
All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
You try to trip me, but I just play
this real rapping
Mainstream rap unbearable
Niggas fishing for captions
The state of rap was terrible; Everybody comparable
But me & gang lightyears
dates, yeah
Raised by the internet, final stage, yeah
We could do anything by that age, yo
Niggas thought they was too good for Myspace, yo
Had
might want to talk and take a walk
But I'm avoiding spies
They see me vibing with the blames
And ladies by my side
I see them with a smile like hi
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
on her arm, she keep the steel there
She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me
And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence
Uh,
bitch but never want for nothing
My bitch call me a dirty bitch
Hold up that sound like my 30 stick
Blonde head on durkie shit
Never fake on some
revenge your karma is coming after
You, you and you for ever doubting me
Time after time I've showed a brilliance of alchemy
And when I get it in no
ain't no goofy ain't cuffing no how
I ain't gone lie but I like me a slut
She call me baby I fuck her for fun
Bro done upgrading and slapped on a drum
Jermaine
Oh this yo girl
Blame the liquor and champagne
Or the fit no my drip like a faucet in the rain
Call me Curtis
This that get rich or die
I was just a teenage boy on my way to school
Mama mad at me for me 'cause I turned on the news
Details still uncertain as I put on my shoes
Wasn't
the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard 'so you off touring?'
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
more
Pain is all that you crave
And you feel it's all you deserve
I don't know why
Still I try
When I say
Hold back the river
Hold back me (yeah)
When
like Curtis
Meet me halfway
Make the load lighter for a nigga
And don't add weight
I got good dick for you
When you have a bad day
Let's keep it
talking time variants
40 acres and a mule ain't enough for a settlement
So come swing low by me, sweet chariot
I'm back from the dead, and I ain't talking
on the block when a nigga drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when its really time to ride
Aye
Bi**h stay away from me with all that weak sh*t
Tacoma
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold, you hold
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold, you hold
You hold me down
I'm
acting hella tough
They ain't tough
They just try to cover up
The fact that she won't hang wit em
Unless they promise stuff
For me, it's vice versa
She
you above
All the hurt and pain, oh yes, no
Standing by to carry you through
All the tears and rain, reach for me
I'll be with you (oh, reach for
Tsup dawg how
You feeling now
Gat rocks on
My wrist watch
Popping champagne
For your bae
Watch me stand
By your girl
She my side
Chick
She be riding
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