Lyrics:
get dough (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you
wanted to spend
I'm buyin' VVS diamonds for all of my kin
She wanna take me to the room, get out all of her sense
It's no adoption, shawty, you can take
I'm making Micks fly”
Stepping on leprechauns, train my weapon on
c green beer bitch out here singing tepid songs like
“Oh Danny boy”
Get out the way
just how you need to think
Don't tell me no, I already made up my mind
It's going down my way this time
I'm so deep into this
It's like I'm in some
date pending
They trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state
Lawyer handle my plea you petty boys
Don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master
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
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
?ve heard me.
(Kwirk sighs in grief.)
LIMEY
Captain, where did you go? We?re 45 billion miles off course.
KWIRK
I?m still here, Limey. Lt.
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chillling, boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for? I
Makes my dough in just one show, you know (that's right)
Your
destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chillling, boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for? I
Makes my dough in just one show, you know (that's right)
Your
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
the 6 with
Like they were never meant to tear me down
If you don't give me space in this room to vent, I'ma air it out
That's how wild it gets
I'm tired
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
out the place before your
Heads get bit off
Like a car you will get writ off
In half you will get split off
I don't know where you been
Hearing that
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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