Lyrics:
to my body like the queen of sloth
That sex so fine but I fear it ain't gonna last too long
Just tell me, how you gonna run away?
Don't escalate
Take
pushed myself
Haan mein khud ka saaya
I know how much you know about me
Aaja beth saath chai biscut let's talk about me
All the times when I said I was in
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
people act funny
Next to me they are more like Kevin Hart
Coming up short
Always had them beat from the start
One thing ever since I got money
Will
me, he'll do it for you
It ain't a problem, call on Jesus right away
He will hear you when you pray
And he'll brighten up your day
Woah yeah, call
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's fucked up
Now let me get down for the grind
stare
Test me now contender, never no surrender, no pretend
Pick up my- in my hand
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open the last seal for real,
and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's fucked up
Now let me get down for the grind
hesitate
Wake me up when i'm
Acid is filling all my bones
They usually call it love
I can't love somebody
Without a feeling of being lost
Feel it
Hear
planes and jets just to play for the fans
I got a ting on the side of my arm
Don't you mind if I'm feeling too calm
If you can hold me down
I won't frown B
“Bad Luck”
©2022 Words & Music by
Gregg Hatten & Jodi Beth Orliss
You say how you can never tell
I suppose you don't know me that well
Just two old
your feeling's
Just to keep it thorough
It ain't hard to reach the world
It ain't hard to drop some gems as
They seeking pearls
I know niggas call me
had to step my game up
I just seen 4 bad bitches wit the same butt
When I'm in San Juan I
Be smoking that bomb tree
Roll me up a nice blunt 'n
Smoke
the blood is just as sweet
When ever I go praise the Lord I know he watchin me
Strength and power, blessing when you call him by his name
Satan get to skatin
the blood is just as sweet
When ever I go praise the Lord I know he watchin me
Strength and power, blessing when you call him by his name
Satan get to skatin
don't act like that
I know you got my message, boy, call me back (call me back)
Hey now, don't act wrong (come on)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
be right here
By your side
Boy when you come to me I'm just in my head
Of how glad I am to be with you and
You just don't know how special you are
too big
For just one person
So I'm by myself at night
Wishing you we're by my side
You can call me
You can call me
You can call me
Mrs Lonely
You can
just rapping then I started making beats
Now they call me Rata2E cus I'm whipping up the cheese
It's getting hot in here it's like 47 degrees
Only real
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
to call you
For you to pick up your phone but you never seam to be home
How many times did you introduce me
Just as a friend at a party but your still in my
Had no prospects
But look what I've become
So much of this small talk
Got me feeling numb
All your playlists, let me in them
The white side of me
just
Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece
For this Heatmakerz beat and Brother's Keeper 1
Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap addicts
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