Lyrics:
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?
Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics?
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
look good in bikini
Grant my wish like a genie
One time, two time, three times
Yeah, you gon' see me
Whole lot of fire up under my beanie
Sucka
Y'all
The trap ain't ever closed no Chick-fil-A, even on Sunday's
Them turkeys go
Not by one but by the load
If I sell two, my son son get the half cause that's
the age of seven I’m your son god
And this makes me feel like you left him you know why because by now I’m eleven
And I cut myself and by the way I want
Chorus 2x
Keep on praisin liftin up your name
To live in Christ, to die is gain
Growin up in the cold world
This industries cloggin up my brain
Got
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
'Cause you've showed me how
Precious my life is now
Whoa, we were born to live forever
In the twinkle of a night
The two of us together
Forever by
remember me
Check check the melody
Like who could it ever be
Better than Beddz? Nah never G
Mad how I come with the flow so heavenly
Know they’ll remember
was my idle (yea)
So what you want to do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
plaster casters
Faster than you can imagine
Due to your bragging you getting
Slewed by crews of
Yoots that are planning to do some damage
You damn right, so
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Miami, booty-bass, 2 Live Crew type feel
That's fine, I can fuck with it
I just hope that my momma don't hear this track
Let's go
Eat that ass
Eat that ass
that
Waffle House on White Ridge Road
After stumblin' to 2nd Avenue on a
Saturday tryin' to find your crew
Struggle carved up Nashville for a
While when
enough you ain't choose me
Balling on niggas no cap like 2k uh she wanna fuck with me today uh
Walk in the party of za feeling loopy
She wanna hang so I'm
problems its forty two
Trying to get back in that drivers seat to finally
Put my pain behind me and find someone to ride with me -
Thankfully i got my squad
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
doors down (Doors down)
Cause I got no mercy you know (You know)
Man I'm in the game (Got no mercy)
Just saying it so you know, to live with the pain (I
I'm not perfect by any means I never claim to be
My thoughts fly out like planes while everything else seems so plain to me
There's no originality
baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Now what it do, yeah baby young
baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Now what it do, yeah baby young
One time for the ones who love
Two times if you are breaking up
Don't mind me I'm just a fly on the wall
I'm just soakin it in, I'm just soakin it
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me
'Cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking for a hit
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