Lyrics:
to leave
Lying still I believe for a moment I'm free
Running circles always on that same route
And I'm always haunted by the same doubts
But I'mma get on top
propaganda
In my Doge speedo
From my humble abode I decode
Oh I'm a desperado
With a band of commandos
Ham on the mutha fuckin' pedo
I had to nerd out to get
I’m on a mission I’m bout to go get it like Tom Cruise
You got to pay when the time due
Can’t hold us back yeah we gone loose
I get the green let’s
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I
Ski mask
Money on the table nigga run that
I need that
Quick fast like a 3 flat
Your big raps all cap like Chance with them 3 hats
I'm the illest by
couldn't drink half as much as she spills
I want to live it up get my kicks and thrills
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
She says that she's
the lighting
Baby girl I need balance by my side
I need some balance in my life
Too many times that I let it go past me
Don't want the wire I just
Want the cash
pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of you
I am afflicted, afflicted by you
Like a bad pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of
You
Picture this
Chillin comfortable
Sittin by the beach
Got the Sun up in my eyes got the sand below my feet
In Bermuda I'm coolin just to escape all
What I do what I do do
Raised by a single mother I was raised different
Thirty eight years apart was the age difference
Raised by an OG If you knew her
Love from the West side
But love kills me
I get love from the East Side
Then the love thrills me
Still get love when jaded by pride
Then the love
it up with Diet Coke
Like I got that red button
Mans is so dumb they tryna change
Who gets ahold of it give it to Pelosi
Grades were a low C
Girl so
Yeah yeah
All I need
All
Dollar dollar that's what I need
Jacked Harris Teeter 3rd time this week
Money on my mind, so I can't sleep
Plus it's
make some fucking bread
I go by these morals
I watch dick sucking tutorials
I'm gonna go and kill myself
Cooper likey likey
Cruising with Jakey
Riding
get mo' chips than Harris
No day off like Farris, service is volunteer
By choice not force, it won't be no problems here
Man withgaurd she finna do
need a taco
You woke up macho
The way I get it
Yeah
Lemme hit the mall doe
Hello Joe Harris
My cute ball like the Kingz
Where went Mike Bibby
But
and they're prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills 'em
Having plenty thrills, I'm Wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
these hoes like you Barney
But really you got less than Neil Patrick Harris
And Harrison Ford died by trusting his son
So if you try that shit on me homie
to thrill me, grill me, never to bore me
Give me flashbacks, strobe-light trances
I have questions but there are no answers
Glitchy news
Music gloss
Slow
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
like Clifford Harris I get that dirty money on the last train to Paris if your stacks ain't fat you gone get yourself embarrassed and these lame's hustle
the world will do the rest
I get butterflies driving by your street
Butterfly jet flying south to the beach
Trust me girl you're not another number
Forget
inshallah will perish
Lord I'm asking please get rid of all them bastards
Islamic republic is no longer the ruling master
Our country's in need
to see or
Stick looking substance feel the burn like pearl harbor
Someone with a fetish looking this is worse than vore
I wish I didn't get attacked by
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