Lyrics:
On a mission
Ain't no time for games
I want the money you can keep the fame
Iam tha illiest watch me do my thang
Vvs on my necklace
Diamonds on me break
Look, you don't get to getting out your head
It won't even make a difference when your dead
Motherfucker that's a fact ugh
I've been putting faith
good to me
Come through anytime that I need
Fashion week girls wanna see me too
Yeah I been told that I had a type
But who are you to judge me on my life
fall then I'ma stand my ground, I work hard for the pay off
Play hard before I had a day job
I get it in like cool hands Luke
'Til it blew in my face
fall then I'ma stand my ground, I work hard for the pay off
Play hard before I had a day job
I get it in like cool hands Luke
'Til it blew in my face
trust
I want a bitch with a butt and good head is a must
Don't know if it's love or it's lust
You really giving a fuck
Got tats on my hands and my neck
I got me a cattle ranch
Back in '51
Started up a family there
With three girls and a son
But when the war spread out west
And my brothers joined with
Sad I'm not the guy you chose
It’s okay you wanted more
Cut people off, my circle’s tight
Every day I'm getting by
Switch my flows to match my high
Keep their hands on the special
Cause they'll show you what tecs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system
Listen, they bust to survive
Your
I like to rap a lot so permit me to rap a little,
My name is Abdominal, I'll make you laugh and giggle,
Just like a little school girl when I'm
yet at least
My team still ain't over seas
Puffing trees
Puffing lye
But
Thank you god
Thank you god
Roll the dice twice man, and get ready to ride
We
is for the fallen soldiers, locked up dead
The ones that couldn’t see tonight
Oh my god I hope I get it right
Thinking bout' it be a daily fight
Lil
the rich kid to the back of the bar, threatened him with his life
Said hey little girl your date had to leave, now you're gonna be my wife
I guess his
a little girl only 10 years old
sex with her dad and then being told if you tell any one your mummy would die
that was the world Naomi leaved in for long
fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes
breaker
Fly across the country, catch boxes
Get money girls know my name well
The one that you'll never figure out
Waitin' out by my house tryna curse me
I think why to belive it
What about Santa what about Jesus
That's how I felt when I lost little Fred
Crazy how all the good guys end up dead
These
On the causeway back towards land That's another ten good years
That I let drip right through my hands
I guess we all believe her
cs she dwindles off and flickers
the streets, do some of the devil's work, then murk
It feels good son, it's great to scheme
It's all dirty money so wash your hands after you calculate the cream
two hands
It was a good start, then things just got so hard
Where the hell did we fall off track?
Now I work for her dad, and the pay it ain't half bad
SHOULD
I CAN BE BAD AND STILL BE GOOD
Simon says you to raise your hand
Cross your legs, obey the man
Be a lady when you sit,
cause proper girls aren’t
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