Lyrics:
fucking on hoes I don't know they name
Hate it or love, bitch, we in the game
My niggas walk in and we shoot up your place
Got a halloween mask
Richard mille on my wrist
While my chick in a designer
I keep on shining
I keep on grinding
Getting this money
Invest it and flip it
To cop me an island
I
and Bess
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew
If you're doo-doo, voodoo
I
a whole bag of the X, from the plug, to the spot, to the coast
VVS, I put in it in the ice, in the face, like i broke my nose
Walked in, promise they
else is gonna
But you know if we can't do it with a smile on our face
You know if we can't love in our hearts
Then children we ain't got no right
I'm here for the night I don't have no limits
Watch me like a scrimmage
I ain't seen your face in a minute
Doing 85 on the 35
I been on my grind gotta
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
no clue, stick and dick all in your boot
She don't suck dick, she get the boot
Like, bitch, the fuck is we gon' do
Like, fuck a bitch, I don't want
mornin' breath
Whoops! Might burp in ya face again
My friend don't get offended, m-K?
I'm the realest girl in the game and no I ain't pretendin'
Yeah I
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
?Cause my face is in the newspaper every week
Pronounce words right, ask Jesse Jackson how I speak
Sign my
eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy
fucked up to go by yourself and left me
I was on Wesley when you said you'd be back then all had to get messy
Why you get messy?
Why you ain't just check
said "Hey! You never told me your name"
[00:36:00] "You never told me your name"
[00:38:00] I said "Baby, in this life I am nameless"
[00:40:00] "You
the by-product of the higher speeds of overthinking that went on in my mind
So bad at times I even wanted to die
You know what lifted me up?
Remember Richard was
Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city, sold out
Pick a target, I'ma hit it, don't I?
Draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
she
Weren't even potty trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me
With a chorus written by 2Face? Deep down
You wanna take part in this
his head swivel
I keep me a shooter but
He never Dribble
He won't show his face but
Gone blow like a whistle
I got your bitch in the spot
She put my
on go bitch and some more shit
My bitches think they nosey but they don't know shit
Water by my throat bitch I got em sea sick
Flying in a lotus police
what you gon' say (I don't)
In the end, I'm getting cake (Let's go)
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want the fancy toys
I wear Comme Des Garçons on Saturdays
Grim is takin' pictures
I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick
That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kids
Best in
face (Tats)
This Backwood an eighth (Hey)
Your trash, you're waste
I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf)
Thirty round on the Glock make you shake
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Mille where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he
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