Lyrics:
feel better
I don't want you to feel no pressure
I know the sun rays
The sun rays will make you feel better
As long as we're side by side
And these
by)
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let's go
Hypnotizin' yo' ho, we be turnin' her out
Do that dude, shh, I ain't runnin' my
Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name
And further taught him birds and bees
so on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third
and 'dada' better be
III
Michael Brown Jr (you don't have to kill)
Ezell Ford (you don't, they don't have to kill)
Dante Parker
Tanesha Anderson
Akai Gurley (you don't
them (king)
I don't see them (uh, uh)
I don't see them (haha, let's go, let's go)
I don't see them
I don't see them through the tints in my Benz (in my
to come by
The Patron,
Own,
Let's go get it on
The zone,
Own,
Yes I'm in the zone
Is it two,
Three,
Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all my money and don't give
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like
Always wanna slide ok let's do it boo
My bitch is always by my side so what you wanna do
Always down to ride dont make her come for you
Look her in
They wanna fight (they wanna fight)
I'm just gon' let 'em hate (I'm just gon' let 'em hate)
I gotta go high (gotta go high)
I gotta elevate (I gotta
the sex great
I kick dem hoes off but let the money stay
Makin' love to the money like a sextape
I'm talkin' Kim K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love
Let ya hair down watch my soul glow
Pure vibes by the pound that's El Chapo
Pure light in the sound watch the rays float
My mind is still in tact
So
This stick from Texas h**
If I gotta problem
Imma stretch the h**
Got extra dope
Fa all the the Ps
Who shopping
Imma let it go
Let it snow
I buss all
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
texted me like let's go, it's a go
Yea i know you wanta roll, Issa no
Yea i know you want some mo, this shit gold
Issa bird Issa plane Issa goat
Brick by
Robby Ray on the track nigga
On god...
Nigga ain't playing no games
Killed his faith now a nigga always ducking the fade
On god...
Bitch You know my
car's fast
With my girl by my side, we can go for a ride
And find a place we can dance
When it get real dark, we can stop in the park
And have a back
lets talk
Sunset on the beach bae lets go for a walk
Aspiring model, treats it like a catwalk
And you can come through later baby, just knock
But first
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun's rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It's
'cause they
Knowin' that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
(Ow yeah) y'all could come
So go tell ya
( I ain’t even gon front... niggaz can’t do what I do cause, I’m a one of one. On top of that I’m Different By Choice)
Nigga, I’m Different By
This ain't for everybody
Y'all who y'all are
Yeah you, you know who you are
These are our heroes, ha ha
Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN
the Smith and
[Chorus]
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
It's sure
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