Lyrics:
I'm dumb
You think I'm dumb
When I use you everyday
And you think I'm getting played
But I'm having all the fun
Let's have some fun
I'm not your
Remember broke days
I didn’t have no fucking money I didn’t have no fucking papes
Remember broke days I had to get up
I had to get Away & now I’m in
name gets mentioned
The papa said "Oy! If I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"
Well, I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm
Hoping, I could bring down the hype so I'm feelin'
Smoking, I should keep down the hype so I'm feelin'
Suicide doors goin' out
Feelin' like I done
People say they supportin' me
But on the low be doubting me (It’s true)
And I’m real MAGA gang
Know they gon' vouch for me (MAGA gang)
Ayy do you know who
You know I'm on a slick trip, I'm always ready to kick ass
Up on the stage I'm in a rage, I'm havin' the time of my life
Yes, indeed, what a sweet,
Now I'm sure that I won't forget you
And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Set out to break my heart
it to
Oh, I wish I felt it for you
But I've got issues with everything and everyone
We need to talk
No, it's not your fault I'm in the state I'm
been going on for ages, it's ancient
That's why I spent a whole paycheck getting faded
When I'm faded I feel more motivated
All that negativity, bitch,
don't wanna brag
Left your hoe you better be glad
Coz I move with the killers
You know that I'm iller
I think I'm Mac Miller
And I act like a dealer
I'm
October no sir I'm not a Mormon
Really thought that she broke me only I'm reinforced with
Kinda shit you can only get with a crane or fork lift
Olympics
Stupid little bitch I'm screamin' REDRUM, REDRUM/
Thirty makin' noise just like a snare drum, snare drum/
Choppa cut him down now he can't run, can't
they sayin I’m cold
You ain’t even really know me like that
Tryna speak on my name Like where was you at
You always claimin on shit but you cappin
Say you'll never let me down
How do I know?
When I met your ass about a month ago
No denyin' that you're cute
We click, I know
But I'm asking
the statement, nigga, cut the pretending
I'm not the-I'm not the one for opinions
I come in the buildin', I'm tryna be low, though
I'm duckin' photos gettin'
and fast women
I'm stuck in a place my Mama's King James calls sinning
But it feels so good where I'm sitting
Between the sloe gin fizz and fast women
'Cause I'm at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making emcees run
So don't try to step to me, 'cause
I wish I could Bubble Wrap my heart,
In case I fall and break apart,
I'm not God, I can't change the stars,
And I don't know if there's life on Mars,
for you I'm prayin'
Don't look back, you ain't stayin'
Here, I'm crying, I can't sleep
I sigh, 'cause I thought this would never be
I say ooh, I'm
Chorus: (Sting)
Please take me dancing tonight
I've been all on my own
You promised one day we would
It's what you said on the phone
I'm just
him because he had said some nice things
about me in a magazine and said
"Ya know I'm a really big fan of Taylor Swift's music"
and I read that and I'm
or the old,
when I'm high,
when I'm low,
when I'm fast,
when I'm slow,
I shall sing.
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
nigga.
B-I-G, beetch!
Look.
[Verse 1:]
I am a supa' - dupa - troopa'
Use to the bottom, suba
So I'm on the grind, skateboard or scooter
'Til I am the king
baby love me baby
Shake me like a monkey baby
Forever I'm yours yours yours
Yeah forever I'm
I, I, I
Can't stop thinking about you
Yeah yeah
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