Lyrics:
just isn't enough
Oh hey, lucky girl, okay
What you want? Andalé
Got ice on the way
Put stones in your face
Calamari, ocean lake
Split a millions
a mit-dem!
Don't want to be a mit-dem!
Don't want to be a mit-dem!
Pick the fleas mister
Eat why'self fitter
Eat why'self fitter?
Eat why'self fitter
don't test me, many rappers don't impress me
You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe 'em like Wesley
So you best be on your way, I'm doper than
hush
BURN!
Niggas always wanna flex
But yet, they got nothing to show
I don't know why y'all still debating
I'm the goat now let it go
The Tom Brady
'Cause I know I'm not the only one
Who is tryna be your only one
Don't want you in my mind but out of sight
If you let me be your only one
There will
free
On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule
I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool
I don't
want to talk or touch,
Go slow or rush,
Oh you can have it all
I wanna speak in your love language
You make it hard but I can manage
I wanna know what’s
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from
But if you got
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from
But if you got
fun then
Now they frontin', say they stuntin' but never all for nothing
Like shorty why you bluffing? My heart cold when I rush in
So don't be making
you'll try to call me
When you see me get this cake Up
I'm petty like that
Petty like that
Girl Tom Petty
You free falling like that
Got no time
For your
Running away
From this planet
I want to cry
I want to stop
Million miles away
From home
From you
Don’t really know where I’m going to
Don’t you try
big her lips were
She wants a Brazilian butt lift
I want a million from hustling
We all got our dreams
But fuck it
Here's my dick
So suck it
She snorted
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew
I roll like no man, follow no man
Spittin wicked over tracks, me and see programmed
Hard, I keep
sign
Above your head always an angel's shine
[Chorus: Tom Niland]
I wouldn't wait forever, shoot my shot
I wouldn't gaze forever, clear my mind
I
business circle, don't call me if we ain't talking purse
Work ting nasty wake by morning trap my before I even Brush
Chase the ps by morning time, when night
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it let's get em x4
[C Murder]
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Bitch I thought I told ya I smoke your ass like doja
mostly white
Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They
cool
And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
I got a baby by a lady I don't even love a lot
Wish I wore three rubbers 'case
I'm to blame(blame)
we only pawns in this game(game)
Decision: grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris
Decision: grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips
Chorus
I'm on a sugar rush
Bitch don't make me blush
You ain't my fucking crush
Fuck you and your lust
I'm on a sugar rush
Bitch don't make me blush
You
to
Come my way and maybe stay
Oh, oh no, baby, your lady
Ooh, yeah
I get a rush, I got a crush
And I feel that you want me too, yeah
I really get
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