Lyrics:
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille
do)
Same niggas, meet them again
(Meet them again)
Raise my little boys up to men (To the men)
Thirty thou' in like two days (Thirty thou')
My Asian
dies, but I'll feel alive
If we meet again,
So please
Pick me, you better fkin pick me
You can't leave a depressed boy like me
Pick me, you better fkin
on the door
Sticky floor
Alcohol by the bucket
Dip the cup in
and have some more
I might get lucky
If I get you touch me
But we was bored
Another function
You
of boy
Who only wants to run around
I'll keep waiting and someday darling
You'll come to me when you want to settle down
One fine day, we'll meet
Come the applause, thank you
I love that you feelin' this like withdraws
Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease
Painful everyday like
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
there. Gotta get a lil more
Jeep with the doors off, gotta get that
I like my cars white. I like my clothes clean
I like my paper blue. I like my hoes
starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
eye I can spot me a faker
It's the same old game baby
Just new haters
Nigga I'm still in the making
Can't meet my maker
Every day go by I get greater
They?re all dead, but still swimmin
Oh You think you?re so fearless?
I?ll take you on another ?venture
So I?m more scarier than your dentist
It?s called
at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
trapped in a box
I think it's time we pick the locks
We can be so much more, so much more
If we weren't blinded by the lights
The good life, the gold
We elect few that walk on by
The race is won, we are sure of it
We are deceptive in our size
We are weighed, never counted
When the end-line, I meet
I
way you spin it
Boy getting Lei-Ed by the time we finished
(Woah)
You alright, mate? I see you're in my nation
You can see a black cab in
The talons
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
the consequence
You are making my heart feel sick
Put your clothes back on, double-quick"
"Silly boy, you think me a saint
I'll listen no more to your words
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
'cause you're takin' too long
{Talk to me, boy} Bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for {I came to dance with
This probably the hardest thing
I’ve ever wrote
I love you boy
What up block I miss you king
And I just wanna see your face
I’m trying to hold it
More stressin
She more My Weapon
Sippin and swerving
Bet it won't hurt me
I'm in my bag and she in her Birkin
She get low like a track meet
She off
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