Lyrics:
humble as ever
I'm looking good but your bitch looking better
We've fucked before but we act like we never
I keep it P cause I'm always ahead of you
They
to cheese shop
Wensleydale: Who said that?
Mousebender: (normal voice) Now my good man, some cheese, please
Wensleydale: Yes certainly
Sir what would you
Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost
Radio up, radio off
Either
No guts or it's so what
Rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck
Full moon,
would love it if you pull my hair
(Actually please do)
I'll keep going
You orgasm, you spasm
You say you love me
And I know you mean always and not just
last mixtape
Or when you got some get it girl on your first date
Better yet, your first fish on the Lake
Next hot, young piece pass by, say "hi"
"How you
Ya did it once so do it twice
You do it so good you fuck up my life
Them other girls don't do it right
When you do it
That shit so nice
Babygirl you
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
feeling
Try to keep my head high, thoughts up in the ceiling
Recently, something's off, I can really feel it
That's your girl now, how you think your exes
would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain't
messing with they dead man girl?
That says everything about that man world
Energy transferral, immortality
You against morality, don't come around me
specialist or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with skills and a good rep
That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me,
Dem came off enough about gyal
You still see me with the same squad
From Jay plug to A1, it's my time, game on
You see me
I'm tryna get rich before I
the nerve to ask me am I a democrat or republican
I said I'm me
And girl you on some other shit
I'm just trynna keep my peace and make it to the mothership
twelves in my trunk
But nigga you don’t know the half
Look, ain’t nobody hold my
Hand through this shit
I was gave the same game
I just ran with this shit
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
Another One Dead
Chorus- After all, when it's all been done and said
This guy/ girl here is just another one dead
And still I have to spell it out
cocino while your ass sleeps
How'd I take her from you? oh its ??
It's because your girly girly know I earn somethin
Now I got them legs over my
Yooo
Yeah I'm Ready
Know How We Coming
Huskieworld (Skrrt)
Rikoworld (Skrrt Skrrt)
I wish you would so I could show what's good up in my hood up in
the white, want the snow
Packs comin' in, had to get 'em off the boat
Stack a lot of bread, gotta keep it by the loaf
Ridin' with my brother to the end,
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
Martin crib
Plus my girl bout fine as Gina
Rock a Birkin and keep her Nina
If its beef we gonna come
Where you live
Like a shovel I'm ready to dig
I won't
This is for all my Flyy Girls
If yo bills paid
Hair laid
Nails and makeup slayed
This shit is for you
Let's get a bag
Let's get a bag, make these
, yes, on the mic
I said the girls keep comin' back every night
'Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes, even the Queen
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