Lyrics:
Ahhhh
Mhmmm
Ah
We finna have a Sessions party tonight
So roll the Backwoods pour the Dusse
Let's have a good time
Baby come thru
I got you
Tell you
gymnastics
My instructor Dean asked me to stay after class
Your head
My lap
Other way
Take a nap
No one will love you if you cry like that
My skin scratched
the darkness anymore
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't
straight
I keep that tool by my side cause nobody can stop me my empire ready to make
If you not with me I'm telling you now don't come around it is too late
Bliss when I blast off when I get
R Kelly style on these hoes
Shit on the chest Small
You don’t know the chest nut crack
I crack y’all ass and I crack
"Look, we don't believe in it. We're very
Sorry, we don't believe in it. If you want to make the record, fine, but you
Have to pay for the recording
trial
It's the ending Jam session
It ain't just about the gains, it's about the love of the game
But it keeps the lights on, so I'll keep hunting you
my obsession
Always have me stressing
You're my blessing
Never resting
Running through my mind I got some questions
In my session
Fucking with chu baby
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
been worth it
And I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t on purpose
Like I should have known better but you looked so perfect
At a coworker’s house after
confessions
Dont make it any better but it calms all my stressin
Cover up my heart wit my pain I'm protected
If you gonna leave why you even try connecting with
're looking so fine
I am sorry baby girl but tonight
[Chorus]
This weed is mine
This weed is mine
You can't have it
This weed is mine
This weed is mine
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
a question!
Betta have ya weapon
Cause homie class in session
And I don't tolerate - any
Rappers that are fake
You get kicked out my class
If ya make one
in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end
happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
You can't pay me enough for
that the fact that I know makes you angry
You can't accept that someone you don't even know can describe you
Are you afraid or angry? It's good if you
don't, you're not ready
They ask if you rate me, you just say "semi"
Standard, bring like 10 of your favourite MCs
Trust me don, I'll spin any
Come then,
're a mum forever
Whatever, and you and Jason break up whenever
If I'm honest that's something you should have done together
She doesn't know that her
off from here to Gettesburg
The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop
You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop
[G-BONE]
Slobs can't getaway from this
off from here to Gettesburg
The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop
You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop
[G-BONE]
Slobs can't getaway from this
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