Lyrics:
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
shit don't matter
Head to the top I'm on the way
Bitch I'm climbing like a ladder
At 13 I started striking
Give a fuck if you don't like me
Don't give
never cared even if they had figures
Walk in the crib with a dime and a Hilfiger
Ask me who I wanna be, I say my fuckin' self
Please just mind your
And I skirt off in a Audi while I make it rain
Diamonds dancin on me and you know I'm in the cut too
Talkin all that shit then you ask if I could front
Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just getting in the game, 'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I sing it's
onto an ocean
Little spice dashes if you like it, then fantastic
Panic at it before it's all on your level
Get manic, walk in the door and give me your
playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just what
grandma, I miss yo smell, it was lemon scent
You can ask anybody that I won't change on you, never
And if I go out cold than this is my hood letter
I been
home
Don't ask permission, I get what I want
Mister
Call me when you need a real one
Want me like he hit a homerun
Call me when you want a one-on-one
No
Let me ask you a question
If it was your son on a stretcher
Bomb landed by a well-known sender
Israel, repeat offender
Taxpayer dollars that come
needs to tell you that the end is nowhere near
Yeah no sympathy from me, I’m just curing all your fears
Say that God’s calling your name, well if he is
Now pardon me if part of me heart of an oddball, but damn. Kumba-fucking-ya, dog. Terminally alienated and bent awkward by the bought, prepped package
every second
His addiction hit 24/7
I feel some tension grab the grip
Ask you if there's pressure what it is
Gon pull up and test you let it rip
Gorilla
To come and respirator
The city sleeping you could prolly
Come and run for mayor
If you don't like me well it's hate
The game but not the player
I'm
And there you go making that face again
I ain't taking hints
If you got somethin' to say gon say it then
I need clarity
You said keep it 100 sound fair to me
the door & she her thong
She ask me bout the studio I make sing along
She ask me bout the studio I make sing along cuz you
The love of my life
I'm a hug
bout the studio I make sing along
She ask me bout the studio I make sing along cuz you
The love of my life
I'm a hug and kiss girl
I'm holding you tight
Baby, why you call my number
If you know that you don't wanna love me like you're gonna say you will
And baby, why you acting sober?
I know shorty
Girl I tried
So many times
To change ya mind
You were right
It was a waste of time
I’m not feelin right
I can’t fight
Struck by ya light
Need ya
need you to buy (Why?)
To take me down to the postman (You do?)
Tell the postman to throw them to
Wave rolling by
Final wave, don't ask why
There
at the rendezvous
You can call yo friends, make it more than two
You can squeeze harder if you want the juice
You can ask me, I’ll get deeper in, you
It’s dinner
Mad!
Would you ask if I'm ready
Ready
Ready
I'm ready (Ready)
Me life dark no mellow matters
Have you ever watch shottaz
Have a fat pussy gyal in
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