Lyrics:
to what's in my rigatoni
I'm surrounded by real and all you niggas phony
Listen homie
Hate it or love it, you gotta choose
At some point I wake em outta they
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
look like sheep and some mules
when you're ruled by the school
Your molecules only molded to that
Why I never see you on your own road
Why is it when I
tomorrow
Promise that you aren't alone with your sorrow
Well I know she got a gold heart
Make it hard when I gotta tell her don't start
She don't know how
tricked by all the fake
Those things look nice but they're mistakes, like fool's gold
Don't don't stop digging,
No matter what it takes
Don't don't stop
ask her if it sounds like a plan
But she's just not in the mood, let's try again
I guess I'm gonna ask her
What do you want
She says
I think I'm in
Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
cvant de m'énerver
Don't wan her no more
I do not think she will call back
BBL I gotta fall back
She got a donk if she fall back
Real ass what do you call
don't bring out the best in me
But I love her fine ass laying next to me
She's like another freak named Nicole
So damn sprung on my diamonds and gold
I
I remember when, said I wasn't him
Bitch I'm gold, green M and M, ever since, better yen
Got a new one like I'm Taylor Swift
And when she break my
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna
love y'all death
I know y'all try your best
Don't blame y'all for not knowing what to do
Malik told me to keep pressing necks with a knife
Andrew's
'Cause everything he like is with me
I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat
'Cause everything he like is with me
I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
The darkness has falling
And the sky has turned gray
The hound in the distance
Is starting to bay
I wonder, I wonder
What she's thinking of?
Forsaken,
a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
She gon' bus' it open, she gon' do it for me, yeah, yeah
Only one time for a real nigga
I'ma do
She want a song, like "Alexis" (Alexis)
I'm in a Benz, not a Lexus (Lexus)
Everything's bigger in Texas, flexin' (what?)
Wonder (what), wonder how
dick is big and her nigga had a little one,
I didn't fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun.
I know you stop and wonder just what it is..
It's
The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved to get my dick sucked by her
Bitches in oakland want to be under
When they suck dick like girl wonder
Niggers in
just like it
And it may glitter for a time,
But gold, it'll never be
I guess you never held on to quality
Or you woulda recognised by now
Something so
still I'd like to know it if I'm wrong I wonder what she'll think about me leaving I'd like to see her standing all alone If she hurts at all I'd like
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