Lyrics:
that I want so I drove off
Every bill get a better check, show off
Pinky ring on Tom Brady, I'm throwed off
Swear by it
Like they be saying it's up
other cousin stopped me in the hall and told me the news
Spoke wit' his mom. Of course she felt the pressure too
But how imma pray for somebody, I'm goin'
to send me developed
While you were sleepin' in this building
He was roaming in his cellar
I'm too alive right now
The pew to which you subscribe
Find
the Guerneys And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world from City Hall
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
Remix, remix
G-mix, G-mix
C-mix, yeah
Lord, I'm just tryna prosper
Having problems right now
And they can't be figured out
By no doctor
Got me then,
away
I'm hopin' all you're dreamin' comes true
When you rise with the day
I might not have too much to say
But you know that doesn't mean
That I
barracudas
Thank God I'm a sharpshooter
Your heart get a harpoon
Shit, your arm get a scar too for the fuck of it
Imma shoot with my eyes closed
Barely
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
shot like Stephen Curry
Aye, I'm tryna' beat that cat up like it's Tom and Jerry
If I fall in love wit' you, don't you leave me worried
Aye, I will never
I can’t even defend
That I’m still too embarrassed to show to my friends
And not even my family knows what I’m writin’
I’m scared that they’ll know
You said: "Eight o'clock an' don't be late."
I said: "I won't: I just can't wait."
Nine-fifteen, I'm wonderin' where you're at.
Hey, baby, what's
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
of the place I call home, oh yeah
When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm fucking there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras
the money,
That's a flex (skrrt')
All this drip,
I'm too fresh
She gon' holla,
That's a catch
Catching the feelings
She stay by my side,
She always gon' pull
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
been real since the motherfucking Kasket
Top Gun, Tom Cruise, Motherfucking maverick
Chris with the bars, Yeah you know I'm on some sadd shit
Keeping it
I made it
Fuck all you hoes but I won't get to naming
Yeah that boy at the corner he's looking real shady
Throw the pack over like I am Tom Brady
She
It's a good day man i think
I'm bouta pop out feeling
Like 60 degrees
But i ain't gone pop out
Too many cops out
I'm just tryna get
cuffed
She be lying too, But I'm in my bag
Had to get the cash no stop and Go
What it Do
I got a new flow, not one but two
And I'm in the stu
But it's
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
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