Lyrics:
boss, I ain't runnin' it by you
Makin' so much money, think I could buy you
With the humpmen in old town, like bayou
She asked me what's on my neck,
will set up new rules
Ain't nothing like it, like you can't go through
From you wake up, nothing feels right
Rising out of bed seems pointless, didn't
your name
Wanda? Do you wanna get up on me?
Do you wanna bend over? Do you feel horny?
Do you wanna feel the stroke?
It's kind of like Facebook when
You
to the streets so it is what it is
Niggas stay cappin I see thru your fibs
Chillin wit ya bitch might go thru ya fridge
Im the best ever if you making a list
Its
the Good Year blimp
Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
So I can offer you a tummy
really didn't mean it huh
Count your blessings
Name them one by one, that's Eleven
Fool me once, won't fool me twice
Learned my lesson
Workout your
the crowd movin when im up in the club
got 'em all sayin with their hands up
"it feels so good, it feels so good"
got 'em all sayin not givin a fuck
"it feels
shit with no excuses, fuck niggas hating I know I just mute em'
Was feeling real good on this beat so I spazzed yea, feelin' real damn undisputed
Niggas
over me
Cause there's no ifs, no buts, no maybe
Chorus:
Cause baby you're good enough, good enough
You in my life it's so much better
Baby you're
very long at all
So forget the hate man
And just learn to get along cause
Forget the clout
Forget the money honey
Ain't what this about
I think it's
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
You sweet like honey and brown sugar
Sun shines when you come around, sugar
Don’t let nobody take your crown,
Sunday my Bro
I'm really Bipolar
And it Shows
It almost had me
Sell my soul
You know Tyler's still there
To and fro
A Man of his Word
Not any Mo'
Clock's
a bow then send it your home
I'm so fucking foolish R.I.P to Shawty Lo
I'm so fucking fresh and I keep a bankroll
I played all 4 quarters you know how
hands up but still shoot us down
They feel like that we a threat so they don't wanna be around
That's why they talk the way they talk because they got all
found Jesus,
Things are good or so I hear
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings
Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood
Time would be a healer
If I wasn't getting old
Life could feel so free now
Or just another ticket sold
But as a man of great experience
I chose
with your games dirty babe
You light up my fire I'm blazing
I like the way you make me feel
So good so wrong boy you make me crazy
Why why why why why
It
only hear "For goodness sake"
I said good mornin!
Good mornin
I said good mornin! (aye)
Good mornin
I think I hit ten thousand hours, I just feel it in
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
little bitch Jenna Ortega
I stay with the lols, and i'm keeping it omega
Running this shit, super fast like i'm Sega
Feel like i'm Tyler, bitch I killed
Gold for Steven Bradbury?
It's taken four Olympics but this time I've really won
And all my bad luck demons have been finally outrun
I conquered Salt
the consumer and the goods
And you want it so bad, you'd sell your soul if you could
She want it so bad, she'd sell her soul if she could
And she wants it
at Tyler Perry's
And everybody has a fine line
And no it's not selfish to fix your problems before you help mine
I'm only human, But that no excuse
So i
shit (I ain't havin' regrets)
I've been feeling so alone, just like I'm so lost
Yeah
All the hate, can't tell exactly where it stems from
But it's
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